Weakness
He wears English Leather. It is an old man’s cologne, but on him the scent is so distracting. He is quiet and unassuming, but I would not call him shy. I feel his eyes upon me when he believes me unaware. He will not approach me for I am his benefactor- a free education and extravagant living conditions are not something he is willing to risk.
I cannot hold myself from thoughts of him. He is only nineteen years old.
I may have made a mistake.
Posted on February 27th, 2006 by Zsallia
Filed under: The Present