Saw her standing there I froze. If I were to speak to
someone at that moment I would have become mute. Of course,
she was the kind of person everybody likes to watch, even
the ones that pretend to look the other way. Unattainable
she is, more so for me. I had made myself appear as though
reading a sign while waiting to be accepted at an office
nearby, as though she would notice at all. She must have
been waiting for something too, naturally people like her
would not be wasting precious time.

A minute went by, and then another. I knew that soon enough
she would disappear from sight, forever, like the ones
before her. Feeling that familiar rush, I led myself in her
direction, not looking directly at her, touring the walls
with my eyes. She was still standing, and I imagine she
spotted me, probably not giving another thought to some girl
she sees. But... perhaps not... she might be like me, well
of a sort at least.

Attempting a fixed gaze I proceed. She suddenly turned, and
my eyes ran madly. I don't know what she might have thought,
perhaps nothing, perhaps she merely acknowledged me. I went
passed her, smelling what I knew would be a wonderful
perfume, wishing it were a narrower path, tempted to flap
her rims casually.

No need for a blunt gesture - just let her not check her
watch, or start a phone call, or do something else than just
standing there. That moment belonged to us, to myself, and
to her willingly blinded self. So what if she does not care?
We were there, co-sharing paths, she was in my life at that
piece of time, and I in hers.

A creaking, a motion, and sudden voices filling the air,
taking it from me. Reluctant I looked back, though I really
did not have to. Smiling to the other direction, she was out
of my life. Wonderful possibilities have once again turned
into wonderless solitude. Quiet again, always quiet. And in
me a roaring ocean.