"People believe that death is the harshest thing in the world. All of us run to that last station every day. They just regret it and scared from confusing about it."

He is here. Setting in the same place. the one beside the window. from the way, he looks today I can assume that he is quite happy. Maybe he finds a new dessert to taste and now he is planing on which way.

I am keeping my observation secretly, looking at him. he always wears luxury brand suits. And they all look so fabulous on him. He is always handsome.

The spot he chooses is always quite full dark. Even it is beside the window. Many avoid it except me and him. We love the same place it's quiet and calm a place where we feel peacefulness.

It feels like we are waiting in darkness, waiting and waiting and waiting for the right moment to blame the sun.

He bought up a new book to read along with his glass of whiskey. He looks more elegant when he wears his glasses. Like a cute nerd. Can't stop looking at him from the moment he set there.

But I sometime start to wonder why people think that darkness is symbol of evilness?

It's not the fault of the shadows burning in the darkness, It's the sun's fault. Because her shine didn't release the dark place. The darkness born.

I want to look at him more and observe maybe read his thought and know what is he thinking about. Know  the way he chooses his dessert and the way his plan of tasting them. It's must be something exciting to witness.

Sometimes he looks like he is lost on his thoughts. The way he looks is also wonderful.

Being lost in his thought makes me wonder does a special dessert deserve all this waiting.

He doesn't talk a lot he just smile. But still his voice is so attractive, manly voice has a sweet gentle tone. When he talks to me that makes me fall more for him.

His aura today is quite of joyful. He is having fun I guess drinking his whiskey, reading that book and pulling back his blond hair. I can't stop I want to look more at him.

But he looks like a Playboy sometimes. The way he looks at the other ladies and smiles at them it makes me so jealous. I want him to be mine.

He is smiling. Looking at him the way he is holding the glass and tasting his drink. I want to be the one that he is tasting.

It's almost dark, he is leaving. I like the way he walks and acts and talks. I want to follow him and see him closer.

I wonder when will I get such an opportunity to do that?