To the guy I never met again

To the guy I never met again

It was summer when I met him first , he arrived in denims and Italian loafers 

He smelled like wood,musk and sea

His eyes were big enough to read a person inside out

He had a rare deep chin and dimples to die for

His face shined radiantly in the darkness as he spoke and I was in awe of his intelligent yet down to earth smile

I stood there beneath the moon starring at him while he spoke thinking about how underrated a word like handsome could be.

-Joshna Tandel

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