The Stranger I Like (1.3)

 Utopia 

 - Idealistic hope for a perfect future

"Don't worry if people think you're crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they're destined to be." - Tun Tun Mosi

Damn! Can you imagine getting a validation of being crazy? Because I just did, and now I have the perfect excuse to let my madness for him grow. These lines, written by him under a picture, completely hooked me—especially the Tun Tun Mosi part. It’s charmingly hilarious, just like his entire vibe.

Honestly, words fall short when I try to describe how much his personality has touched me. I feel like I need a dictionary to fully appreciate him! You must be wondering, What’s so special about this guy that she’s hyping him up like this? Well, let me tell you.

He’s an exceptional photographer. The way he captures the world—children laughing, the gentle embrace of nature, the quiet stories of people—is nothing short of magical. Each click feels alive, almost like a painting brought to life. He’s into sports, and it reflects in every move—like the sculptor of the universe took extra care, crafting him with precision and rhythm. The kind of athletic elegance that seems designed to leave you in awe. He seems so perfect, doesn’t he?

Ahhhhhh, itnaaaaaa sundarrrrrr koi kaise ho sakta hai! He’s not overly fashionable, but his dressing sense exudes a natural sophistication. It’s simple yet so effortlessly attractive. Beard or no beard, he pulls off both looks like a pro. There’s this gentleness in his demeanor that makes him seem approachable, yet he carries himself with a quiet confidence that draws you in. Describing him feels like unraveling a beautiful mystery. His jawline, sharp like the horizon meeting the sky yet softened by an undeniable gentleness, seems crafted for admiration—bold, striking, and unforgettable. Those veiny hands—they carry an understated strength and elegance that sends a thrill through me with every thought. His eyebrows, naturally arched, resemble the masterful strokes of an artist, giving his face a magnetic and irresistible charm. And his cheeks—yes, his cheeks! They’re my absolute favorite, like two soft clouds kissed by golden sunlight, glowing irresistibly every time he smiles.

But uffffff!!!! his canines—yes, his canines! They are the most adorable feature ever, and I couldn’t resist telling him that in our last conversation.

When I confessed, "You know what, I love your canines," he replied, "Ahm, so you got a much closer view of mine." And trust me, I was blushing so hard I could feel the heat radiating off my cheeks. I mean, how could I not notice every little detail when I’m so captivated by him?

Despite his hectic schedule, he still manages to respond to me. That alone makes my heart flutter. What more could I ask for? Well, just one thing—friendship. I keep holding onto this tiny thread of hope that someday we’ll cross that line. He’s so goal-oriented, which is something I deeply admire. And don’t even get me started on his smile—it’s radiant enough to light up an entire room. And yessss... He has got the prettiest dimples. Those dimples on his gora gora mukhda are like gentle whispers from the gods, etched perfectly to enhance his radiant face. When he smiles, it feels as if the universe takes a moment to revel in the magic of that expression. They’re not just dimples—they’re tiny reservoirs of joy, capable of lighting up anyone’s day in an instant.

Now, you might wonder, Why did I continue writing this story? The answer is simple: His compliments. When he told me I could be a very good writer, it felt like a thousand fireworks going off in my heart. Sure, many people have said that to me, but coming from him? It hit differently.

I do understand that getting to know someone online takes time. Bonds formed too quickly often end up broken, so maybe he’s right to take things slow. But still, can’t he just accept my friendship and let things flow naturally? Whether it grows or withers, that’s for time to decide.

Sometimes, I wonder if I’m overthinking this. Am I wrong to let him occupy so much space in my mind? He told me to focus on myself instead of him, which makes sense. After all, he believes people value things only until they have them, like flowers that are cherished until they wilt. But I promised him that I’d treasure this flower forever, even if it dries up.

Life, after all, is a journey guided by hope. For now, I’m sailing on the boat of hope, letting the waves take me wherever destiny intends. He may not have taken my words seriously, or maybe he did. I don’t know. All I know is that he appreciated my honesty, my emotions towards him, and for now, that’s enough to keep me going.