Standing 6 foot 1 Jonathan Johnson was a dream. Perfect caramel complexion, and dark brown heart piercing eyes. In addition to that he had a smile that could melt your heart, among other things. He was a well spoken young man. I could tell he was well educated probably an upper classmen or a fresh gradate. When he spoke the words melodically flowed from his mouth. He was a music major his hands gave him away. Not rough like working hands but they had softness to them. Like he played the piano for years. I asked in my curiosity and I was right, the way his eyes lighted up when he spoke about music was something breath taking. It wasn’t what he was saying it was the passion behind it, the love. I could listen to him talk for hours about anything but before I knew it his stop was up and off he went. Only leaving his unforgiveable scent to intoxicate us all. Leaving us begging for more.
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