For quite some time, I've been completely enamored with a certain man.
Ever since I first met him, I was mystified, a little bit scared, somewhat intimidated, but mostly in awe.
I heard of him at the same time we all did. For reasons we didn't understand, he had locked himself up behind his walls, becoming a recluse? madman? genius? I think I assumed it was all of the above. The thought of it made my neurons fire like pistons. And that's when I realized,
Deciding to appear for a short time, he invited us all for a taste of his world. If we were lucky, we could meet the man behind the mystery. But how? Luck? Chance? Destiny? I knew it would be a sprinkling of the three. The dream of it made my adrenaline flow fiercely through my veins. And that's when I discovered,
The first time I saw his eyes, I sensed a hint of madness ...*true*. But his icy-blue stare was so focused? so penetrating? so inviting! I was completely swept into the intensity of his gaze. Pheromones radiated off me in waves. And that's when I admitted,
With an unchallenged ability to hold us captive, he did so with such ease. It was absolutely alluring. He held power and wealth but did it in such an unassuming fashion. They were his toys? His means? His tools? I suspected he wielded them in any way he chose. It made my pupils pop with possibility. And that's when I confessed,
He could weave words masterfully; his intelligence and ingenuity were off the charts. The way he teased with statements-turned-puzzles? clues? invitations? I had never before been so mentally aroused - my synapses were being selectively seduced and expertly enticed. And that's when I professed.
In business, he was ruthless. He picked his adversaries off one by one, quite literally. In order to protect his passion, he would only be satisfied by eliminating those less worthy. To which qualities would he entrust his empire? In the end, he chose innocence, hope, and purity. In awe, I analyzed how one so cutthroat could also be compassionate. And that's when I conceded,
Of course, I couldn't ever truly be with him. He was no more real than the golden tickets, Oompa Loompas and the fizzy lifting drink that were imagined and penned by Roald Dahl in 1964, when he brought Willie Wonka to life. But his presence has always haunted me, far beyond the pages of a book. Sometimes, I catch traces of him and smile? shiver? salivate? Mmmmmmmm, all three and more. Happily married for a while now - but in another life, I certainly would meet, greet, and marry Willie Wonka and live happily ever after.
Before I go, I'll encourage you all to hold onto those child-like qualities that keep you anticipating, wishing, and most of all - drEEming. I'll also leave you with some delicious words from my Wonka-man himself, as he was searching for his perfect protégé.
> “Mind you, there are thousands of clever men who would give anything for the chance to come in and take over from me, but I don't want that sort of person. I don't want a grown-up person at all. A grown-up won't listen to me; he won't learn. He will try to do things his own way and not mine. So I have to have a child.” - *Willy Wonka*, Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, written by Roald Dahl.
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This post was an entry for the Ladies of Hive challenge this week where we were to answer one of two questions. I chose "Which fictional character would you like to meet, and why". Hope you enjoyed it. There's still time if you'd like to enter! [Ladies of Hive contest #53](https://peakd.com/hive-124452/@ladiesofhive/ladies-of-hive-community-contest-53) I'll invite @patjules83 into the [LOH community](https://peakd.com/c/hive-124452/created)! Come join us Pat 😘
