Something our young Natalia knows all too well as she battles the tricky trows life throws at her through the midst of love.
He sat cross legged in the corner of the room with a pensive look as he fiddled the paper in his slender fingers, reminding me of a child who has been sent to the corner for timeout. His fingers stilled as he peered up to catch my eye. I was gazing into the depth of the sea. He stared at me from the top of his square black framed glasses, "Hey." he greeted as he waved and began to rise from the comfort of his corner. I didn't think he would ever stop rising, like an everlasting oak tree he stood as I watched his fingers traveled from the neckline of his black shirt to the knee of his onyx skinny jeans as he wiped away the imaginary dust off of his clothes.
A sudden thud, as Nicky and Tony fall off of the bed amidst their playful wrestling, snaps me back to reality. How long have I been staring? It feels like forever. Who is this guy?