#myindieman

Have you ever meet someone in your life that became a pleasant surprise? Someone that just decided to pop out of nowhere and added a dash of happiness in your life? I seemed to have found a person like that. My indie man. 

Meeting him seemed like fate. It was during a college overnight program most incoming students had decided to take to familiarize themselves with what seemed like a vast, mysterious campus. I remember patiently waiting in the room, eager to see my sponsor. When my name was finally called, I took my belonging and was introduced to a small, asian girl with chestnut hair. We exchanged names and talked for a few minutes about ourselves. I was blinded by my excitement too notice the man that stood next to her. It was only after my excitement dwindled that I finally saw him, quietly waiting by her side.

His eyes were the color of worn timber, the kind of eyes that seemed both steadfast, yet brittle at the same time. His wavy hair was swept-back to show the soft, wheatish color of his skin, which gently outlined his handsome facial structure and blushed lips. He was in every sense of the word, comely.

By chance, my sponsor had a paper due that night and my indie man showed me around instead. He lead me through the dark campus as if he was my tour guide and I his tourist. After the tour was finished, he took me back into his dorm and started playing guitar for me. As he picked the strings, I decided to sing along with his tunes. That was the night when we first started singing together, and we have been singing together ever since. Singing became our thing. Between the harmonies and strummed chords, we exchanged laughter and stories. It was absolutely wonderful, and a memory I will cherish forever.