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The Tall Man in The Church
The Tall Man in The Church
I don’t remember when my family and I started attending the mass every
Sunday, without a miss. So, that Sundays’, I always got the chance to see him
and able to stare at him. Well, his back physic, particularly. He’s a tall brown
man with disheveled natural curly hair. With a complexion of mocha and he has
those set of eyes suave and communing like, whenever you look at it.
I don’t know why I feel chuckling with his moves, unexpected feeling building
inside me, don’t whether that’s wanted or unwanted. But whatever it may be,
the curve it can bring and the glitch in my stomach makes me blush.
He’s three rows away from where me and my family used to seat and he is
occasionally with his mother, yet most of the time he’s only by himself, on his
But, I have this gut of feeling that he is somehow gay. Because the way he
presses his lips and skip a move. His kind of gestures sometimes confuse me of
his preference. Although, that is not the basis and judging him by those simple
ways won’t gratify what he is. I am at fault for judging him without knowing. A
Blush.
You know the sad part of this prose? I. Don’t. Know. His. Name. Yes,
how unlucky I am. I don’t know him. A stranger clouding my mind every Sunday
mass. How do I end up getting attached with just a meter away from him, it is a
If you’re saying why not approach him? Well, I don’t have the spirit to do
so. I’m a low profile esteemed woman at my age. And, I find it embarrassing to
ask or talk to him for real. I always dig in my head that it’s a no, no. Funny as it
is, I am contended with just gazing his back, memorizing his physic.
In that place, where holiness and faith being wield, I’m at least blessed to
see him every Sundays. Because he is the tall man in the church I always admire
the looks, and feel flushed to be known the thing called crush.