In January I saw his eyes on me from across the room, I looked back, he smiled, I smiled too. Later that night I was laying with him as he told me everything. I looked into his eyes and he kissed me. He told me I was beautiful. He told me move in day he saw me on the stair case and our eyes met. For him that’s all it took, that day he decided he would find his way to me. In my head I searched for that moment, but kept coming up short. I retraced my steps up that stair case but couldn’t remember him. All the autumn days I walked past him and thought nothing when he was thinking everything. By the time I noticed it was too late. Now hes gone. And even though I only knew him for a short time, there was something about him, something, even if I cant put it into words for others to understand. Its like that moment when you see someone and instantly know they’re going to mean something to you.
People may say that nothing happened, but when I looked into his eyes I saw something, and I knew when I saw him smiling back at me that he did too. The way we talked and laughed, the way he was gently with me, and how he kissed me with sincerity confirmed that he cared. He was a bit mysterious, maybe too mysterious. His smile drove me crazy and his touch made my skin tingle. I don’t know why I wanted him so badly. Maybe it was lust, maybe it was just a crush, but I will believe what I want. I was being pulled towards him. While he was pulling back. He pulled back from everyone and then one day he just left.
It’s sad thinking about the possibly potential that will never be discovered, I may never even see him again, but you never know when people will reaper in your life so I refuse to give up hope. I go to the caf now and out of habit I look over to where he used to sit and hope I our eyes will meet, just one last time, like how it used to be.