Hong Kong 04

You asked if she was beautiful.
I didn’t think so. There wasn’t a sense of awe or wonder that ones feels on meeting a genuine head-turning stunner.

Still I felt some initial attraction towards her.

She was incredibly driven. Her port was alit with activity throughout the nights. Her shops opened till the wee hours of the morning. When it came to partying, she played too hard. She overcompensated by constantly reconstructing herself and took much pain to pretty up herself. And of course she had her flaws; her odours and her smog.

It could have been the effort I made to get acquainted with her. It wasn’t too long before I figured out a little of secretive her, having to navigate the maze of streets and alleys that made up her heart. Her tenderness showed through the respect she held for the historical sites and nature areas. Oh yes, she could cook even though her Cantonese blood meant that the meals were a tad salty.

I felt really comfortable with her. Her charms and idiosyncrasies were going down well with me.

No, she isn’t beautiful. Yet I’m sure you aren’t surprised that she has won me over.