Mystery Man

He walks in and out of my life, this mystery man... what else shall I call him? Tall dark and handsome business man, with a deep Arabic accent...yes, he is from Egypt. So very smart and charming. Treats me like his queen when we're together.....be it alone or in public with friends. He never hides me, rather takes pride in being by my side. Says, "I don't want to leave you alone" ....He's always so full of surprises, thinking up new ways to make me smile. The passion is unforgettable, assertive, inevitable. He never fails to make me laugh with our little inside jokes. He has captured my heart in such a way, I never thought possible. ....I just want him by my side.

But when he's not with me, he remains distant. Days, sometimes weeks go by...no communication, no texts, no calls, nothing. He says it's his work that keeps him busy....and his dedicated workouts at the gym. I have never visited his home....is there someone else?

Other men, possibly wonderful people have taken interest in me, but I've pushed them away, isolated myself. Couldn't stray if I tried. Days go by, I'm left with nothing but a mere memory of our last encounter. Saddened because he has left me alone.... weeks go by...I hear his voice, the butterflies are in my stomach all over again....of course I'm just overjoyed because I can see his sweet face again...but every time he returns, I know, deep down, it's only for a little while....until he's gone again, without a trace. I want to tell him I love him, but for some mysterious reason....I don't think it will ever happen.