I waited for the lift, watching as it hit the floors one by one; it has got to be the worst lift system ever. As the crowd gathered even more, readying themselves for classes. Talks of incomplete and forgotten assignments reverberated throughout the lobby floor. I looked around and their faces definately complimented it; there was guilt. Looking down and away most of them were, while others frowned their lips; the universal micro-expression of disbelief or some certain un-satisfaction. Others gave side smirks that vanished quicker than a fraction of a second, in contrary to what they were saying. I can't help but to see more and more of what their body is trying to say despite words that came out through their lips; ultimately i see the truth.
I found myself lost in trance, studying their expressions and the movement of their eyebrows and it was then when the lift door sprung open. It was just like any other day, i was running late for class. Staring at the buttons, hesitating if i should skip this round and submit to temptation. Then, you walked in. You smiled, with that innocent looking eyes. "Which floor?" i asked. You responded softly with a slight embarrassment that you were desperately trying so hard to hide. I smiled too, trying not to look. Though i have to admit, you caught my attention.
You were carrying loads of stuff, "an arts student i suppose". The sketch book that you were holding supported my theory even more. I remembered, we exited the lift on the 6th. Watching as you clumsily opened the door to your class just a few steps away. My heart was telling me to help, but i couldn't. For the first time in my life i was filling the tingle in my shy bone. Suffice to say, i turned and headed for the stairs.
After class, i saw you again on my way for lunch. You smiled again, I smiled too. My mind was blank, staring at you while you passed along that narrow pavement. You were this close to me. My heart was racing, pumping as hard as it could and I knew I was that a little into you. I wanted to say hi, wanted to call out to you. Yet again, I found myself at and inability to do so; I was afraid. Like a little kid who stared blankly at the lollipop or that action figure from outside the shop's window with glittering eyes.
As you disappeared slowly from view, disappointment slowly crept in. I tried hard not to think about it, "It's just another day after all..." I told myself. Yet, no matter how hard I to tried to fill my mind with other things, your presence stayed nevertheless. I was thinking about you. When i thought about my work, i thought about you instead. When i thought about food, i thought about having them with you. When i thought about anything else, you just seemed to be there; in my head.
The day went by quickly, almost meaningless until i realized my usual facebook routine back home ain't the same anymore. At least not today. You added me on Facebook. Questions started flooding my mind. How? Why? When? My thoughts like a crowded pub, i can't think right. So whats going to happen next i wonder? Im really not sure, but one things for certain. I really do like you.....
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