At the beginning: it was just a glance over the shoulder, a slight glimpse, a small peek.

It was just to see what he was up to, you know, just out of curiosity.

But now, it's something more.

Curiosity killed the cat I was captivated.

I was drawn to him.  

Was it by his boundless energy?

Or was it the way his inquisitive eyes gleamed?

Or was it his strange body movement that no one really seemed to understand?

Or was it the way he laughed; right eye having a spasm; flashing his two sets of ivory teeth; his nose scrunching up in an not so attractive fashion; while he thumped his thigh with one hand; and clapped his hands  together like a walrus.

And, without warning, I was imprisoned by his gaze.

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