Darion: the introduction.

Blogging with passion needs inspiration.
I think I just found mine.

There he was: brown hair, blue eyes, not so tall, not so bulky, just right, pleasant, and smiling. He's been in three countries, and is possibly influenced by three cultures--Italian, Japanese, and the good old American--and obviously one country ahead of what I have in my location resume. Not that I'm counting any points, but if I was looking for someone who could show me the world, he's already seen one more than I have. The rest, however, is still waiting for my arrival.

Behind the counter in a place we call "at work", he still smiles at me like he's waited his entire week to see my oily, just woken up, face behind those dark-framed mask I call glasses. None of everything else matters to me--the dawn shift, the cranky people wishing for more energy at 2am, and the decent money we make from being in this place--except for the fact that I know a name.
Darion. His. Something I would never forget.
And yet, I worry how Marjie, mine, would appeal to someone like him.

In an old quote I read from a friend's signature in an email, "Unless you're willing to do the ridiculous, God will not do the miraculous", I ask, what ridiculous thing can I do now so God would throw a miracle for me to get closer to this man?

Sadly, I still have no answer.

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Note:
- Story is based on a non-fictional event. However, the characters' names, except for the author's, was changed.
- Entered in Love Struck Writing Contest held by Noemi of http://aboutmyrecovery.com/