Sausalito, San Franciso California, 2016
BELLE: LA MISCELLA PERFETTA. I saw him again. The man in my dreams. But this time, there is something different. He has no black hoodie or aviator sunglasses covering his face. Instead, I can see his face. His thick black eyebrows, those tantalizing blue-green eyes, his pointed nose, those kissable red lips, his straight jaws, and that diamond piercing on his uneven right big ears.
He is staring at me. I felt frozen. I could not move as if my foot is nailed unto on the floor. I felt starstruck. My legs cannot leap or make a stride. My legs are trembling, my arms get weak, and my heart started pounding. It is beating so fast. And my teardrops started dropping one after another.
I know it is him. I am so sure—it is him! Someone I met before. Some
