The guy kept looking my way at some point, but I would turn away my gaze each time, and I would look back when he wasn't. I didn't know what I was thinking, but all I could think of is how pretty he is and how I wasn't! I had always been conscious of my looks and figure, just like any teenage boy. But my self-image always had been about that of a gawky, skinny kid with a bad tan and frizzy unmanageable hair, the kind you'd grow out of in your late teens. So I'd just look away before I make a fool of myself. I always felt that I can't pull the eye contact part as I didn't have what it takes to pull it, it wasn't for me. Not to mention being preoccupied with my confused feelings!
"I had always been conscious of my looks, just like any teenage boy. But my self-image always had been about that of a gawky, skinny kid with a bad tan and frizzy unmanageable hair..."
That day, guards of the cost had cautioned that there was a jelly fish attack cases, and that groups of jelly fish have neared the chore, which was usual there. Didn't pay much attention, as I was busy in my imaginary world, and as I was swimming one of the boys who were near me (and wearing diving goggles), told me not to move as I had a big jelly fish right under me. I freaked out, and suddenly I had an anxiety attack. And feeling this imminence of danger I started yelling and flapping. I felt my leg being tazered, as I got stung by it. I started crying and couldn't move my leg. The guy with the blue hat ran to the sea and picked me, having his arms under my knees and back, removing the jelly fish away, it was wrapped around my leg. The guy carried me to the beach's medical clinic while having my arms wrapped around his neck, feeling terrified. The guy kept calming me down with easy pats on my back. And stayed by my side while getting treated.
Never knew his name, never saw him again, but never forgot that day either. The only moment when I felt safe, untouchable, and in the arms of a beautiful stranger, who I build in my head for many years after. The idea of being saved always played its theme in my head, and living under the notion that, someday a hero will come into my life and shuts danger away. Summer has its silly moments, In my case, writing about that Tartus trip finally did put it where it belongs, in a past of endless adolescence. Well almost. The Fear of loosing my grip toward such cherished memories is taunting. That moment of innocence that fades as we grow up to the real world, and dealing with abrupt practicality. And I hate flying back to a place where the dreams no longer seep into my mornings. But perhaps, the haunting day dreams never quite stops...".*
Never knew his name, never saw him again, but never forgot that day either. The only moment when I felt safe, untouchable, and in the arms of a beautiful stranger, who I build in my head for many years after. The idea of being saved always played its theme in my head, and living under the notion that, someday a hero will come into my life and shuts danger away. Summer has its silly moments, In my case, writing about that Tartus trip finally did put it where it belongs, in a past of endless adolescence. Well almost. The Fear of loosing my grip toward such cherished memories is taunting. That moment of innocence that fades as we grow up to the real world, and dealing with abrupt practicality. And I hate flying back to a place where the dreams no longer seep into my mornings. But perhaps, the haunting day dreams never quite stops...".*
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