You're walking down the corridor, facing the hustle of another busy day, moving towards your next lesson. All of a sudden, at the other end of the hallway, amongst the scuttling of feet, the collisions of backpacks, the laughs and yells of first years, you see her turn the corner and make her way, in your direction, towards her own lesson. At this moment, your heart beat accelerates, even if just for a moment. You can't take your eyes off her, but you don't want to seem like you're staring. So you wait till she gets closer...
Her eyes, her look is so hypnotizing you could get lost in it for days and not even care, because it would be worth the while. The way she walks, the clothes she's wearing, even the way she holds her folders, her arms folded across them... All these things, however insane it may seem, paralyze you for that instant...
An instant that repeats itself almost everyday, but never seems to progress further. She gets closer and closer to you. Now, no matter how crowded that corridor is, you can't see anything but her simple movements, you can't hear anything but her steps. You suddenly get the urge to tell her everything, like you do every time you see her. You wonder if she knows the answers to the questions you've asked yourself so many times before: Why can't I get you out of my head? Why can't I find the courage to look directly and deep into your eyes like I do with any other person I talk to? Why...
She's one step away from you now. Your heart is racing by this time. You want to tell her everything. You want her to know what's going on inside you. You make eye contact, and try to fight off the feeling that you're about to melt as soon as she looks into your eyes. You're bursting to tell her, but all that comes out is a shy “Heya” and a smile, which is kindly returned to you. To her, that smile may not have meant much, but it remains imprinted in your mind for the rest of the day, and the upcoming night, occupying a place in your dreams. It takes a moment, and she's gone. The sound of that crowded corridor comes back, and you're left there walking through it, battling your way through your day, and through your feelings...
I guess my best way of reaching out to you is through writing. I just want you to know; I just need you to know...
Her eyes, her look is so hypnotizing you could get lost in it for days and not even care, because it would be worth the while. The way she walks, the clothes she's wearing, even the way she holds her folders, her arms folded across them... All these things, however insane it may seem, paralyze you for that instant...
An instant that repeats itself almost everyday, but never seems to progress further. She gets closer and closer to you. Now, no matter how crowded that corridor is, you can't see anything but her simple movements, you can't hear anything but her steps. You suddenly get the urge to tell her everything, like you do every time you see her. You wonder if she knows the answers to the questions you've asked yourself so many times before: Why can't I get you out of my head? Why can't I find the courage to look directly and deep into your eyes like I do with any other person I talk to? Why...
She's one step away from you now. Your heart is racing by this time. You want to tell her everything. You want her to know what's going on inside you. You make eye contact, and try to fight off the feeling that you're about to melt as soon as she looks into your eyes. You're bursting to tell her, but all that comes out is a shy “Heya” and a smile, which is kindly returned to you. To her, that smile may not have meant much, but it remains imprinted in your mind for the rest of the day, and the upcoming night, occupying a place in your dreams. It takes a moment, and she's gone. The sound of that crowded corridor comes back, and you're left there walking through it, battling your way through your day, and through your feelings...
I guess my best way of reaching out to you is through writing. I just want you to know; I just need you to know...
