How a girl became the beautiful stranger to love

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She met a guy she didn’t know. “You are beautiful”, he said to her.

His eyes were quite big for a man. His lips too. He spoke with a slight stammer, as if fidgeting for breath.

“There is so much power in  words. Just three of them accompanied with a sexy smirk and we are done!”, she thought to herself.

She only managed to smile back in response. He smiled back too as he blushed. “Wow! There is so much beauty in a simple smile”, she continued thinking silently to herself. 

He continued looking straight at her. She was smiling subconsciously. A girl of many words she is, but at that time she was humbled by such beauty in a simple gaze synced with her own. She could hardly get her eyes of his face.

Noticing the awkwardness and weird silence, he spoke. “Hello stranger!”.

“Wow! He knows me so well already”, speaking silently to herself again. This time he was shaking a little. His sexy smirk had then turned into a unpleasant grin – not that he had noticed nor intended.

“Can I have your number?” He continued.

Finally something she could do – well, at least she thought so. With slightly embarrassing urgency, she put forward her palms. He reached out in the pockets of his tight pants and handed her his tiny itec phone. With annoying difficulty, she typed the 10 digits and handed him back his phone.

He was still gazing at her as if looking for something within her. The bullish smile he now wore completed the spectacle before her eyes. Submitting to his white angelic eyes, she looked down in a very out-of-character blush.

“I like you, b-but you have hardly spoken to me.” Then he paused, noticing that she was struggling to compose herself a few words.

“I… I have managed to-get a smile a-and number from you, though.” He continued. “And in return I will give you s-something. I will give you a-name!” He typed out a few digits on his phone and then looked back at her.

He then used the fold of his palm to raise her face by the chin so as to face his directly. She could hardly move, as if stricken by lightening. She really thought he was going to kiss her that time or, more accurately, she wish he had. He smiled and said, “see you around, my Beautiful Stranger

That was about a year ago and she has never fully moved on from the magic that happened that day. She is still a stranger to love, not yet used to the fact it makes her feel like an angel sometimes, then sadistically changes into a two-horned demon ready to strike her down.

She is not used to the fact that love is should be honest enough not to be shared. She is not yet fully used to his absence, let alone accommodate his presence.

And if she can, in anyway,shut out the voices in her head telling her to fall so deep. Or if she can, somehow, get used to the clinging demons under her bed dragging her down, urging her to let go. Then she will most certainly move on from the name, that now became a curse. But for now, she is still, the one and only, Beautiful Stranger!

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Sharif Kiberu

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