Maybe it was because he caught me at my most free, my most authentic, zestful self. He spoke with words yet the volume of the gaze in his eyes were what electrified me. The connection was something I had never felt before. He wasn’t hiding nor holding anything back. Not a coward like so many men I know. I could feel his soul. The intrigue was genuine, something real, something rare. All I want is his eyes locked back on mine. His skin on my skin. His strong grip around my neck, fingers intertwined with strands of my hair, pulling tight. And afterwards...the gentleness of his hands as I opened my vulnerabilities up to him, the trust he instilled in me as he told me his secrets and as I told him mine. It was only 48 hours we had. We had just the night left and the seconds were slipping through our fingers. I had a shuttle to catch at 6 in the morning, he knew I didn’t want the night to end. My fingers felt at home, gently grazing the back of his neck. He told me I would do amazing with my art. I told him he’s going to be an amazing doctor. All I wanted was for time to stand still in that moment. Wrapping my arms tightly around him, I whispered, “you are special”. His presence is what I’ve been yearning for. I cherish this moment more than anything.