You know, most people said a workaholic man like me won't stand a chance to have a love life. And SO, they thought my life only rotates behind my working desk. BUT! I know that just isn't right. Here I am gonna prove how wrong they are through my numbered days.

A puff of cold air dancing out of my lung as I exhale tiredly. My head is packed with various thoughts racing inside. Hah. How I wish my burden would be lifted up from shoulder. But no matter what I did, it just won't fade away.Though fortunately the autumn breeze does help to soothe my crumbling mind a bit. Well, I admit going here seems like a better idea rather than staying behind my work desk. The view is wonderful, the air is fresh and even the- CLICK! Wait! What's that? I turn my gazes towards the sound and whoops! I freeze on my spot immediately when I catch the figure. There, standing a few meters across me, is the most gorgeous man I have ever laid my eyes on, holding a black professional camera on his hand. But that's not the point. The man is looking at me, with his sharp, yet, so mesmerizing stare. Jesus bless me!

I think it's not bad spot for a runaway trip. Well, I could even say it is a great choice to be away from the polluted city for awhile. Walking down the narrow bridge, I hold my Canon camera close to my right eye, angling the splendid scenery of flowing tides in the blue sea. And... Snap! Ups. I have no idea I have been capturing a man figure instead of the beach. But really, I think I just took the most artistic photograph ever. Not that the stranger look like anything similiar to a model on runway carpet, but the shadowed figure give me strange chill. He doesn't look like anything special nor ordinary. To be honest his lanky body even looks odd from afar. Not that I could make out much of his figure since he is backfacing the sunset, mostly only his messy dark locks, and a big spectacle. But to me, he is simply breath-taking.