I fell in love.
I was caught by surprise. It should have been a fleeting encounter, a one night stand, but it ended up being a short, intense and passionate meeting. He’s different than anyone I’ve met before. He is wild, loud, exotic, somehow raw. Difficult to understand. His facets are captivating, but don’t let him fool you. He can be dangerous if you don’t look out.
On the other side, he’s a welcoming smile, a warm laugther, a charming compliment. He gives me looks, some curious, some judging, some admiring.
He has his ugly sides too. Nobody is perfect. Little children growing up in the street, not afraid of cars because they share the same habitat. Poverty has driven people to desperation, leading to violence. Yes, the nights can be creepy. Gloomy, with moving shadows in unexpected places.
But he’s also bright and colourful, full of zest and joie de vivre. His smiles are contagious and light up my heart.
He doesn’t mind to get a bit touchy if the situation requires it. If you’re claustrophobic, he’s not your guy. I have to admit that I hate crowds. But for some reason, I could stand it for once, didn’t mind it at all. I guess he’s special.
This wouldn’t have happened if that amazing girl hadn’t set us up. Thanks to her, I was able to see his true face, and not just the one he puts on whenever he meets a stranger. She showed me his hidden facets, told me about his moods and gems. She overcame the language barrier so I was able to communicate better with him.
I wouldn’t even have met him in the first place if it wasn’t for her. It amazes me to realise how easily one thing leads to another and how something that amazing can happen based on a coincidence.
Manila, it was an amazing experience to meet you.
You stole my heart.
We’ll see each other again.