Losing love twice
I still can remember how she would look at me
The smile that would make you crimson red even by just looking at it
The eyes that would show nothing but cheerfulness and brought the best in you
I still reminisce how she entwines her fingers on her golden locks falling over the sides
How she would giggle like a little girl seeing her first crush
I fantasized that I may see her again but I never knew that day would be now
There I saw her, on the train reading a book. She was quietly standing like a shadow that kept still. One hand on the book she was reading and the other twirling her curly hair to the sides. I couldn't help but stare that the girl I used to love is standing right in front of me. She gave a small smile, thoughts of amusement played around her eyes. And those emerald eyes that would twinkle in every little blink. It wasn't long that she felt that she was being watched over. I quickly hid myself on the side to prevent any suspicion. She crinkled her nose as to say she was confused. She gave a small shrug and as the train stopped, she got off. It seems that we walk in the same path as I took my way to hers. Still she didn't look up from the book. She suddenly stopped to look at the bulletin board for the train schedules. Again, she entwined her locks against her fingers. I did the same for my own terms but more of getting to know who she really was.
Her eyes look at each schedule carefully as it wandered at each schedule carefully as it wandered off to other announcements. It seems that she had a passion for reading and as she stopped at my direction, I couldn't help but freeze on my tracks and look at her eye to eye. She suddenly stopped twirling her hair and analyzed me carefully. I could tell she saw I was of no harm for she continued twirling her hair and gave a small smile. She turned her head back to her own business but I couldn't help but wonder does she know me? I hear somebody shout a name and she shot her head up to the side to be greeted by her friends. They had a small chat and trailed off slowly down the stairs. But I couldn't help and feel the loneliness in my heart that she was gone. I headed my way home to be greeted by my mother. I slowly walk in my room and open the drawer. A box. A box filled with memories and a snowflake of love.