She stood there beautiful than ever laughing with them, with him.
Her laugh pierced through my heart and made it flutter at the same time. These years were good to her. She's a woman now, grown, beautiful and elegant. My eyes hurt to see her but they couldn't help themselves trying to greedily absorb their muse.
Then he grabbed her hand and she stopped flicking her eyes to either side, she was aware of my eyes stalking her, following her every move. At last she smiled looking at him, while he rubbed her hand with his thumb.
I know the feeling, that texture of smooth skin, the one I always want to touch but can barely see now.
The other guy said something making her chuckle again, it was impossible for me to avert my gaze from this exquisite creature that once was mine. She was fidgeting, running her hands in those soft curls, I know that stance. I remember everything. That agitation she's trying to hide, she knows I'm here ,watching her from just a few feet apart but she ignores like she always did. It was quite quintessential of her. How could she, is still not clear to me. I was never that insignificant. I hope she feels the ounce of what I was feeling
I pushed the volume button of my i-pod one more time,trying to feel anything else other than this. The music was loud in my years but still unclear, somehow she took away my only sane support by just standing there.
but my heart stopped, when they moved towards the doors , she was leaving the train on the next station. I realized we're in same train but having different destinations and I hoped the time to stop as she just came and stood near me but looking outside. I was standing, leaning on that glass panels near the doors. How can she still not look at me, when I can see her holding her breath just like I did, trying to smile to something he said, but it was more like a grimace?
Was I the one still causing her that pain, I rejoiced, at least I made her feel something at last if not love.
The train stops, and finally I find those eyes, they looked at me in wonder, like looking at me for the first time and I looked away because they can see the despair in mine,making me vulnerable. The doors shut, shielding me, making me brave again as a found her following my gaze. Her lips parted to say something or perhaps that's what I imagined but soon turned her head understanding it was too late or of no use.
Oh how wrong she's always...