Unexpected chemistry.
You're looking at my eyes, after i'd looked at you twice (or more).
I've got a feeling that you're actually an angel. A human angel.
An angel that is visible.
I look at you twice just to make sure you're really an angel. A northern angel.
And yes, you're a perfect northern angel indeed, from head to toe.
My heart skip thousand beats.
I'm glad that you were looking at my eyes, for a few times, just a sign that you realized a human was looking at you.
That is not enough, but that is enough.
Both, equally.
I'm going to miss you like a black crocus misses a white ghoul. My life, for the rest.
Even we are not living in the same dimension.
Goodbye 'my' northern angel.
Till we meet again (i desperately hope; for the almost impossible thing).