Observe: The Performer

I watch, rather than listen. Except he sang.
Danced, too.
And he looked a way that really isn’t here or there, but captivating nonetheless.
Because his features are soft, eyes big, smile dazzling. And his stage presence? It carried over to reality.

He sits across from me in this diner, laughing with his friends and up close I can’t help but to watch him. A year older, possibly wiser and he won’t know who I am. But I’ve seen pictures, seen him in person, but never spoken. Watched with curiosity because my eyes would drift to him.

Yet I know his name, though I’ve never met him. But I’ve seen him here and there, so there is no use forgetting.

This beautiful boy is no longer a stranger to me now.


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