I'm holding a fat roll of weed on my left hand, and a
blackberry on my right. I look at my watch for the time. 3,2,1 and
the bell rings meaning lunch was over. I take my last toke and
flick what's left of the joint to the ground, and crush it
between my shoe and the cold hard concrete. I hold the smoke in for
as long as I can while I try to inhale some oxygen at the same
time. My lungs expand, then shrinks back to normal as I exhale a
cloud of smoke.
I walk into school and the first thing that catches my eyes is her.
She stands out in a sea of students like a bright star in the night
sky. Damn, I tell myself, she gets prettier everyday. Time seems to
be slowing down as I stare at her walking by me. I guess its
because I'm flying like a kite. I notice everything about her
in a split second, and remember the times we had together.
I stare in her deep brown eyes that shows so much emotion without
trying. The same eyes that always narrows and brightens when she
use to smile at me. The beautiful eyes that use to look at me the
same way I look at her now. My feet melts to the ground as our eyes
meet. I use to be able tell what she's feeling with one look at
her eyes. Now its all different, it seems like she has blocked me
into viewing her profile, just like how things work on the
internet.
After her eyes I notice her hair. Her soft, silky hair that
glistens in the sun as she walks by me in the rotunda. She keeps
them straight most of the time, but curls it occasionally. She
leaves her bangs down to her eyebrows. From time to time her bangs
would slide down and block her eyes.
Her skin is quite pale and sensitive. The soft, smooth texture of
her skin is considerably warm when she is cuddled with. Back then,
her face would immediately turn into a warm shade of pink when I
stare at her eyes so closely. The slightest sign of affection would
cover her entire face in the same shade of pink.
Back in the days, we would always get this warm, butterfly feeling
in our stomach when we were together. I guess people could say we
completed each other. Since she walked away from the commitment I
made, it was never the same again. She never saw me the way she use
to. Now, to her eyes I'm always a runner up, never in the #1
spot again.
I snap back to reality and time moves normally again. She walks by
me without a hi or hello. Without a wave or a smile. Without a sign
that she ever saw or noticed me.