It is not he who blows me kisses and stares at me with lustful eyes but he who looks at me, shameful of their actions, apologetic, admiring from a distance. His glare so pure and honest, it is as if he stares at a goddess, it takes me a moment to realize he is staring at me. His respectful grin leaves me intrigued. He steps forth, moving closer, he say "sorry" and smiles. I smile back, unable to look away. I gaze into his eyes mezmerized by their kindness. Wondering what he's thinking. Why he's looking at me that way. A look that makes me feel so regal. They walk away and I'm left full of questions. Who is this man? Why did he seem so different? What was going through his mind? Will I see him again?
I'm so consumed by my thoughts that minutes laters I am shaken by the knock on the window. Its him, alone, with that same warm smile and kind eyes. He walks in and gives me a note. I nod and he smiles. I open the piece of paper, " I am so sorry for my friends behavior, however I had to tell you one thing, and this is undeniable. You are beautiful". I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, scared that he will see me blush I look up but he's gone. I run outside looking for him but he is nowhere to be found. "Thank You"... I didn't even get to say that. Where did he go? Why did he leave? He has to come back, right?
I wait hoping he will return, but hrs pass by and then days and I realize he's not coming back. So many questions left unanswered, so many scenarious left on pause, but instead of feeling empty all I can do is smile. Maybe we will cross path again but for now I hold on to the memory of the man with the kind eyes.
-Dalia
