It was 4:36pm and I was on my way to class. It’s still sunny outside surprisingly and the weather isn’t as cold as it usually is. Nevertheless, I still decided to wear my knee length over coat. It would have to cool down eventually. It’s almost winter after all. He had dark hair. Short but still long enough to be shaggy. A white collar was peeking out of his blue sweater. Dark pants led down to an interesting pair of black leather boots. Ankle high I think. I was walking up the steep walkway just outside of the music building and he sat on the other side of the railing on the grass. I kept my glaze at bay looking down at the floor or off to the side at practically nothing till I willed myself to look turn my attention to him.
I caught his eyes for a moment before I looked away. In hindsight it seemed like a considerable amount of time but it was rather quick and indifferent. I couldn’t really feel anything out much less gauge his interest in me, if any. There was a distinct glare in his eyes, almost as if it captured the sun. As if I were seeing not him, but rather a barrier caused by the reflection of the light in his eyes. I was caught up with the thought of him that the guy I usually take notice of didn’t really matter much today.
I guess that’s just the result of having so much love to give and no one to give it to. It ignites in small bursts to what I recognize as the instant attraction I feel for these people. But when it all boils down to it. It’s just a matter of how strong that attraction is for me to take action. Then it becomes an epic battle between my head and my heart. I just hope that I’m fortunate enough to see him again next week, and the week after, and the following weeks to come. If only for the small reassurance that there is still some beauty left in the world.
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