Abigail the unknown

 Abigail

Her pigtail hung down. She looked at her phone and waited for her friends to arrive.  Her leg hooked crossed over her thigh.
She selected a song on her phone and bounced her head about slightly.
Her friends jumped out of the turnstyle. They all beamed and hugged each other and put their lythe bodies to work.
They'd lift their heads every now and then to check who was passing by.
They joked and gossiped.
Abigail looked up and saw the man that sometimes crossed her path.
He was doing his thing, he wasn't paying any attention to her.
 A year and a half before when he first arrived in that gym he had looked her up and down like an eager pest. This had really bugged her.
She showed her derision through a lasting frown and a look of indignation. But now she was the one looking.

The other girls conjured her attention back. And the three continued training their happy routine.
The man wasn't looking today. but when the sun was just right he couldn't hold his eyes back.
He would reprimand himself for he was a married man. It made him feel absurd and dishonest. but her green eyes reptillian and metallic haunted him. And her body tan reminded him of some roast meal he was deprived of when he wasn't old enough to walk.

Abigail probably didn't have any idea of how he felt. And sometimes put herself infront of his eyes just to increase the power of her spell. The one she could always deny having thrown.
Worse still it wasn't the great things about her that brought him in. Her legs were stubby but this made her evermore enchanting. She was incredibly small stature, that also made her even more furiously attractive.

So he pulled his eyes from her. attempted to smash the layers of confusion, these compounded on him. For the man himself had never said anything more than good morning to her. He didn't have her name, and knew next to nothing about her.
So he began trying to avoid her at all costs. He changed his timetable to not let that overpowering sense of affection steal him away from his life.
The man was lucky as things stood. His wife was good looking, with curly shoulder length hair the way he like. Full lips, beautiful legs, pale sandy colored soles on her hands and feet that contrasted with her brown skin. Curious eyes and an intelligence that most mouth breathing humans just didn't have. she was intelligent and supportive. Few men had it as good as he did.
His wife was the calmest thing he had for himself. He looked at a world of pure confusion. Her mere presence would lull him into tranquility. Pangs of anxiety and emptiness would smack him awake in teh wee hours and he would have to rise and write until the heat of imminent destruction had passed.
His wife was the only one that could soothe him. 
He knew it. He would not do better. She was angelic and royal like.
If he did do better, it would probably be temporary. The grace of his wife was Godlike, the loyalty of her ironcast. And she kept herself in shape. She was unreal, maybe actually supernatural the way he saw her, she was unconscious of it. 

Life should not be about destructive love storms, No matter how much his lustful imagination pushed it.
He sought stability that his libido wanted to challenge it all.
This young woman whose name isn't Abigail whose motives or feelings are unknown really caught his eye. He felt entirely that her gestures and appearances had really taken him in. As always, he withdrawls, questioning himself. Berating himself.
Admiration seems to increase in volume like some distilled spirit aggregating strength. So he pulled himself away.
How could a simple feminine gesture distract the man's mind such, The appearance reappear in dream so often thus. He refused to call it weakness and chose avoidance. For it was strong, it just couldn't be used for anything practical.
Life has enough problems why should he go seeking to discover chaotic overpowering feelings.
It would lead to something destructive or potentially sad.

Back to normal life, some of the feelings lost their strength. But none of it made any sense. Why had it all had so much intensity and why had so many feelings compounded toward this one unknown person.