His face stuck in my head like that song on the radio. His voice, those eyes, the touch of his lips on mine which seemed like magic, Was it a dream? Did it all really happen?. I am no writer but he just made me feel like I can be this world's best seller.
            
Here I am, longing to just hear the sound of his voice as he says "hi" and the only thing I can do is lay back close my eyes and reminisce about our perfect encounter. Where does he come from?, why has it taken him so long to get to me because those few minutes with him brought together broken pieces of my heart and filled the void in it. He is my perfect stranger :) .