I saw him at our local gym while he was lifting weights at once.
The man in black looked so perfect that my heart began to bounce.
The precision with which he worked out was impeccable to see.
I had to lift my head up twice or thrice as his stature was like a tree.
I did some crunches side by side but my eyes kept staring at him.
Is it what they call love or what which is a feeling so passionate and grim.