Her smile illuminated my life.
Our interaction was only for a short while, but during that moment, I created a thousand words just to say to you.
I wrote poems and sonnets about how I felt, and I drew pictures in my head that showed you just how beautiful you were.
You were a dream in my mind, but you barely knew I existed.
‘At least for now’ is what I hoped.
You’ll forget about me eventually, as I will forget about you.
The two of us only shared an interaction due to our circumstances, but that was enough for me.
I was satisfied with that.
You may feel differently, but I don’t.
I see you in the hallway and can barely create a hello.
You smile at me and reply.
We had spent some time together but never formally spoken. We had many chances to interact, but I never got lucky. Or I never chose to.
I was too scared.
Only after our first interaction, in the last few moments, did we acknowledge each other.
I had heard of you only through rumours and talks.
I didn’t believe much, but I believed what I wanted to.
None of the rumours were correct, yet that was what I believed of them.
You had a smile that I wanted to be the source of.
I wanted to be the one to give that to you.
I wanted to be the one to do that.
As the snow fell around us, I wanted to run around until our legs tired, yet that was a fantasy.
We hide under the bus stop together as the rain crushes down, but that never happens.
As the harsh sun burnt our skin, we ate ice cream whilst dipping our feet in the swimming pool, but that was a delusion.
“Hello,” I said as we passed each other.
“Hi,” you replied.
That was all.
The following day.
“Hiya,” I said.
“Hello,” you replied.
Nothing else.
We never interacted beyond that.
That’s fine.
To me.
That’s fine.
Or so I kept telling myself.
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