Not Much Of A Stranger

I saw him from afar and my heart started to send a familiar signal to my brain that led it to producing words that only I could hear if I paid close attention to myself and the butterflies in my tummy. He had that decent look on his fair skin. I had noticed his high level of confidence that never got too high that the perfect amount of confidence in his walk became the symbol of arrogance and cockiness. His abilities consisted of finding judgmental stares and whispers from ear to ear extremely tolerable because it was an easy job for him to distract any poor girls out there and be the center of attraction with that rare confidence as well as his charming look that managed to catch even my attention. His short straight undercut black hair that never went out of place was another work of art. I figured it was one of his best hair days that he always had for his years of being attractive and extremely decent. As he continued to be present in my sight, I noticed no flaws but bushy yet perfectly edged set of eyebrows that showed how masculine he was and his killing brown round eyes that were clearly visible across the room. His lips were unlike any others', they were moist and pink. Overall, they complemented his light skin.
The voices that came from people I barely knew introduced me to him and he had a very good reputation to maintain although I knew it was not necessary for him to do so as his strong desires to be humble, generous and strong at the same made him quite famous among the crowd. I looked at him and instantly felt relieved as though I was sitting on a wooden bench in a forest on my own while witnessing the beauty of the waterfall that simultaneously produces cold breeze and loud noise of tans of water falling from above and into the flowing river. My eyes were drawn to him and I just had to know who that man was.
I asked around, knowing he was famous and therefore my shameful task to figure out his real identity would be a piece of cake. For aught I knew, people had nothing bad to say about him because he came from a nice family and he found comfort in spending quality time with each and every one of his family members. All of them would at least go out four times a week and that would be when he was staying for the week at his parents' house instead of his apartment when he had classes to attend to. They were greatly attached and knowing that gave me a new feeling. Envy. He was a family man and it was important for him to always check up on his mother by calling her every night and letting her know that he would always be around eventhough he was not there physically.
Still, it was not a bad thing to feel envious of a man with a great profile, respectable personality and great look to top if off.
I forgot how long I had stared at him mainly because I was too caught up in figuring him out. Poor man, he did not know whom he could trust and he was bothered by the thought of  him being surrounded by a bunch of people that only wanted to stick around because of his status and appearance. It was a nightmare for him to continue facing the two-faced money sucking bunch of dependents on a daily basis WITHOUT lashing out on them and giving them a piece of his mind. He only had one fear and that was the disability to kick some sense into them in order to let them know that they were only making a fool out of themselves by putting on an obvious act to be with him for the fame and easy life.
I guess he was a man who would stand his ground and be assertive. I knew because that recognizable confidence in his walk showed how dangerous he was and nobody should mistake his appropriate profile for pitiful weakness. He was driven by his maturity as the man everybody knew to slowly and carefully reveal mask after mask of the people who never truly deserved his kindness and time. The satisfaction to make them realise on their own just how pathetic they had become to such extent also contributed as a motivation for him to continue putting on such act and tolerating his fear.
He was an interesting book that I would not mind to read again and see where life would take him. His perfections had outnumbered his flaws and I could not wait to hear those voices from unfamiliar faces again to know more than what his eyes and walk would then show me.