It was 5:49pm, I was walking to my seat in the airplane. Just like anyone would do, I put my hand carry baggage to the ground underneath the chair in front of me. I put my earphones on, selected a song and relaxed. My flight was 3 hours to my next destination, which gave me time to read, listen to more music, and sleep. I was talking to my sister when I caught someone staring at me.
He had light brown hair, kind of brushed up and messed up at the same time, he had these gorgeous hazelnut eyes. I couldn't remember his shirt though maybe because I've been staring too at his face too much. I was in the seat number 6F center aisle and he was on the left side of the plane, probably seat number 5A as he was on the window seat. How I wish I knew his name.
The next time I glanced, it was 6:35pm, the plane was moving and we were about to fly in 5 minutes. I took another glance at him and he was fixing his seatbelt and then looked outside through the window. I couldn't explain why I wanted him to look and I just kept staring til the flight attendant approached for me to put my seatbelt on.
7:05pm we were on air already, everyone was settled, people came and go to occupy the restroom inside the plane, little kids were crying at the back, elderlies were either resting or reading, and I was staring at the unknown guy across my seat.
He was sleeping, I assume, since his head was against his seat, but I just kept staring anyway.
My sister caught me off guard while I was looking when she woke up, and I came up with an excuse that I was looking through the window for the breathtaking view(even though all i could see was nothing but darkness) minutes passed and I kept scrolling through my iPhone for some music, when something caught my attention.
It was him. He was looking at me. Directly at me, he didn't even bother to look away when I glanced at him. I felt through the corner of my eye that he was indeed looking at me, still.
Minutes passed and I decided to just play games and listen to music in my iPhone to lessen the awkward tension i'm feeling. I grabbed my pillow and rested my head in it (placing it on top of the foldable table in front of me) I rested for a good 10 minutes, since I was woken up by my sister.
I took a look at my surroundings, he was gone. Along with whom I think is his brother, who sat on his right. I hadn't stopped looking around and back to his seat 'till I saw 2 guys walking from the restroom. It was him with his brother, and unexpectedly, he smiled at me! And of course I just had to return a smile back, seeing it as a reason or a way for me to be friends with him or something.
When he got to his seat, I returned to playing games in my phone, I didn't know if he was looking at me or not, so I just had to take a quick glance.
So I did, and to my surprise, he was sleeping like an angelic and peaceful one, hell, I can stare at him all day, only, it would make me much more of a creepy person staring at him than I already am.
2 more hours till I land and here I am playing games on my phone, glancing at a guy (probably) my age, and minute after minute we glance at each other, exchanging smiles. Hell, i'd wish this trip could last for hours, but to my surprise, time passed so quick that I just heard the Pilot say were landing in a bit. And then that's when my smile faded, my mood changed, and when I realized I probably wont be seeing this guy I havent fully known again.
The plane landed, the passengers are now unbuckling their seat belts and are now getting their hand carry luggages. I, on the other hand is moving slow, so I can make a way to somehow talk or at least take another smile or glance ive been ecstatic to meet since the start of the plane ride. Passengers were mostly gone, and my family and I are moving out of the plane while I was trying to keep track on where the unknown guy was.
I heard him say "Joaquin!" to whom I think is his brother. And for that moment, was the only thing I knew about him. It was the only thing I heard him say the whole trip, and god I wished he said more. I wanted to meet him, I wanted to know him, I wanted to be with him.
I saw him as a great guy, an attractive guy, too, and I wanted myself to find out. I wanted so much things to do or say to/with him but I didn't have the courage to do so. Unfortunately, while I was walking to get my luggage, I didnt see him, but fortunately after minutes of finding him, I did!
At the drop/pick up area, my family's Van was there already when I saw him arrive with his luggage, and for the very last time, we exchanged a glance, then smiled. And that was the last time we saw each other; both of us not knowing who either of us were, how old we are, where we live, nothing, no clue of anything.
The next day, I tried searching for clues. At least I knew it wouldn't hurt to try, right? I knew it would take time finding for something you don't have any clue of, but again, there's no harm in trying. Opening my laptop, I googled for my flight number, my seat number, the passengers I'm with during that flight, anything related to the whole airplane trip, actually.
After a good 3 hours of searching, I found.... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Ironic how I used so much time to search for a person I don't even have a clue of who he is.
But I know after a lot of thinking I did, its time to move on, because obviously I wouldn't be able to find someone who doesn't want to be found, i mean he could've at least give me a clue, right?
