Yeah, my heart if you keep smiling like that. That little half-smile I saw first, not the toothy one of a minute or two later, that one doesn't set your beauty off remotely as well.
Who? Dylan. Yeah, I even found out his name, less than ten seconds after I'd set eyes on him for the first time in my life. How? The rest of the sentence that the title of this post is derived from. 'Dylan, don't, you'll break it!' Not sure what 'it' was, some possession of the maker of the statement. Who, in turn, was the 'new cutie' I'd first seen little more than a week earlier. He was there, obviously, the 'next door but one' cutie was there, too, along with a couple of the other local boys. But Dylan was, it was instantly apparent, in a different league from any of them. That first view of him, not even a proper profile, still less a full face - I was, as best I can describe it, looking diagonally over his right shoulder from above, standing on our balcony - was enough to establish that fact unequivocally. And when I did see his face properly, from my bedroom window a few minutes later, as he was standing directly below it with his friends, and he smiled that unbelievably alluring little smile (not in my direction, needless to say), my heart simply melted. He's too young, of course. The cutest of the cute always are. 10/11, something like that. I don't know if he's a new resident, or a visitor. I hope so much he has moved here, while, at the same time, desperately hoping he hasn't. Sammy's paradox. The delight of beauty I might see every day, but, potentially, temptation every day, too. A road to nirvana. Or madness. Or jail. Or all of the above.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
Who? Dylan. Yeah, I even found out his name, less than ten seconds after I'd set eyes on him for the first time in my life. How? The rest of the sentence that the title of this post is derived from. 'Dylan, don't, you'll break it!' Not sure what 'it' was, some possession of the maker of the statement. Who, in turn, was the 'new cutie' I'd first seen little more than a week earlier. He was there, obviously, the 'next door but one' cutie was there, too, along with a couple of the other local boys. But Dylan was, it was instantly apparent, in a different league from any of them. That first view of him, not even a proper profile, still less a full face - I was, as best I can describe it, looking diagonally over his right shoulder from above, standing on our balcony - was enough to establish that fact unequivocally. And when I did see his face properly, from my bedroom window a few minutes later, as he was standing directly below it with his friends, and he smiled that unbelievably alluring little smile (not in my direction, needless to say), my heart simply melted. He's too young, of course. The cutest of the cute always are. 10/11, something like that. I don't know if he's a new resident, or a visitor. I hope so much he has moved here, while, at the same time, desperately hoping he hasn't. Sammy's paradox. The delight of beauty I might see every day, but, potentially, temptation every day, too. A road to nirvana. Or madness. Or jail. Or all of the above.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
Interesting! New eye candy nearby! WOOT!
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Jay
Hello Jay
DeleteI don't know, really. If he was a visitor, I might never see him again. Which, as I suggested in the post, might not be a bad thing. I can't remember any boy since DBJ having such a immediate impact. And look where that led.
Love & best wishes
Sammy B