No Stranger To
He wasn’t
the kind of guy she’d necessarily look at. And by look at- find intriguing or
interesting or someone she might feel attracted to. He didn’t possess any kind
of attribute that singled him out nor did he own that aura of mystique. He was
just plain and ordinary and blended in with everyone well. The only thing she
could offer was how tall he was. In that sense, he literally did stood out.
She may
have crossed paths with him once, twice, thrice. She wasn’t sure and she didn’t
linger on it. Like she said- he wasn’t prominent enough to get her swooning.
And then
one day she noticed the stares, the glimpses, the looks he was throwing at her.
She recognized them all too well and chose to ignore all of it. She’d rather
not go through all of it again for she knew the outcome: Nothing ever happens.
She cried
bitter tears the night she unwillingly acknowledged his glances. Succumbing to
them would mean developing feelings; feelings that will turn sour and go wasted.
Eventually having to throw them away and forget. She didn’t want any of it for
the pain and heartache that accompanied this path would be torturous and the
anxiety that will mount inside her would be excruciating.
Before she
even realized, she became addicted. She longed for him to look at her more and
everytime he did, she pulled her gaze away unsure why. She didn’t recall doing
that before. She’d always bore her eyes into his. And she was determined to do
it again.
She sat on
her chair with her legs tucked under her favoring a little height in order to
see him through the transparent glass windows that separated them. Seated in
this manner only allowed the view of the back of his head but that was enough
to satisfy her. At times, she’d catch the thick black frames of his spectacles
and that tempted her to want to see more. Each time someone left the lab he was
in, she’d look up. With each passing day, the hatred toward herself grew and
thrived.
She was
aware of how deep she’s drowned herself and had no intention of floating back.
No Stranger To
He wasn’t
the kind of guy she’d necessarily look at. And by look at- find intriguing or
interesting or someone she might feel attracted to. He didn’t possess any kind
of attribute that singled him out nor did he own that aura of mystique. He was
just plain and ordinary and blended in with everyone well. The only thing she
could offer was how tall he was. In that sense, he literally did stood out.
She may
have crossed paths with him once, twice, thrice. She wasn’t sure and she didn’t
linger on it. Like she said- he wasn’t prominent enough to get her swooning.
And then
one day she noticed the stares, the glimpses, the looks he was throwing at her.
She recognized them all too well and chose to ignore all of it. She’d rather
not go through all of it again for she knew the outcome: Nothing ever happens.
She cried
bitter tears the night she unwillingly acknowledged his glances. Succumbing to
them would mean developing feelings; feelings that will turn sour and go wasted.
Eventually having to throw them away and forget. She didn’t want any of it for
the pain and heartache that accompanied this path would be torturous and the
anxiety that will mount inside her would be excruciating.
Before she
even realized, she became addicted. She longed for him to look at her more and
everytime he did, she pulled her gaze away unsure why. She didn’t recall doing
that before. She’d always bore her eyes into his. And she was determined to do
it again.
She sat on
her chair with her legs tucked under her favoring a little height in order to
see him through the transparent glass windows that separated them. Seated in
this manner only allowed the view of the back of his head but that was enough
to satisfy her. At times, she’d catch the thick black frames of his spectacles
and that tempted her to want to see more. Each time someone left the lab he was
in, she’d look up. With each passing day, the hatred toward herself grew and
thrived.
She was
aware of how deep she’s drowned herself and had no intention of floating back.
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