Within the Mist

Staring at his face was unlike anything I had ever encountered--consuming, hypnotizing, beautiful--and the world seemed to come to a complete and total stop because, as soon as he turned and locked his eyes with mine, I was paralyzed from the inside out--beginning in my heart and spreading through my chest, up my neck, down my arms, and around my skull, yet my mind was ablaze with thoughts and wishes and questions; these things I could not comprehend were all I had ever wanted, yet I had no recollection of desiring them before that very moment, for he was entirely unexpected: a mystery hidden behind sparkling eyes and heart stopping smiles, yet I had never truly understood the power that his mystery had over me; no, never would I have expected to feel this way once the secret had been revealed, for when all I had was the confusing fog of his being and my conceptions of what he could be that I had created in my head, I thought that it couldn't possibly become anything more powerful or real, but I was wrong, for what I had imagined was only a fraction of what really was, and all that he was, is, and ever will be is something that no one could make up, something unimaginable, something full of absolute ecstasy.