All I can hear were the applause that deafened the auditorium.
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Bounded by the fact that I was once again commended in the field of photography.
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Capturing resplendent and wonderful moments was my dream and my heart's desire.
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Destiny, in my case, was unconventional back then.
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Even though almost half of her face was covered, she never failed to capture my attention.
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Familiarity crossed my mind a couple of times. Those eyes, I know I've seen them before. My imagination is just not vivid enough for me to remember.
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Gazing at the pictures, that for some unexplained reason she was in.
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Harmful thoughts for once, crossed my mind. Is she a stalker? Why does she always appear when I press the shutter button?
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Is it just my imagination? Am I over-thinking? I decided to ignore her presence.
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Just then I realized how she tickled my curiosity and that I can never afford to delete her in my train of thoughts.
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Keeping her cropped photos became a habitual manner.
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Life challenge me once again to go and discover her identity.
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Magnetism was applicable in my situation. She was the magnet and I was the metal bar.
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Normally, my initial reaction wouldn't be like this. A certain question popped in my mind, "Why?" I couldn't pick out the right words and I bet even google can't give me an accurate one.
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One thing I wished the most is to see her face. Not in 2D form but in an up close and perfect angle.
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Peacefully lying in my bed, with your picture in my hand. I can hear the howling of the wind from my opened window and how it feels good when its breeze touches my skin.
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Quietly harmonizing with the wind, as I look into those eyes of yours and how they were amazingly grey. I was feeling the moment and didn't notice that my grip on your photo started to loosen and that it was blown by the wind. It didn't go far though.
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Rising abruptly, I got the photo which was stranded and I noticed and unusual yet seemingly familiar box. I know I was being nosy but too late to reprimand myself because this old box was already in my hands.
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Shaking, was I. The reception this box was giving to me is a mix of melancholy and vivacity. I was hesitant to open it. Maybe because this box might unravel something? A revelation maybe?
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Tableau of miscellaneous occurrence raced through my mind as I hurriedly lift the cover of this box. There was a hint of excitement in my actions.
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Unforeseen pictures were contained inside the box. As I scan through them, they were pictures of two children, a boy and a girl and as I look upon the remaining photographs, it was me... and her.
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Vaguely consuming all of these newly acquired information made me feel lightheaded. I tried my best to hold on, for me not to stumble but before I knew it, everything turned black.
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"Wake up! Hey! Vernon! You sloth!" I opened my eyes to the mutual sound of an evil alarm clock but as I opened them, a pair of glistening grey eyes welcomed me and I was unable to move because she suddenly... hugged me. "You poor excuse of a man! You made me sick worried! I'm used to it anyways. We're best friends after all! Zoe and Vernon to infinity and beyond!
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Xmas was nearing and until now I failed to find her or I should say, I gave up finding her. After that dream, I still opted to find her but as time passed I lost sight of hope. She stopped appearing in my camera too. It was an hour before Christmas and here I am aimlessly sitting at the balcony, looking at the moon. It was getting cold, so I stood up and went inside to get my jacket. I opened my drawer and searched for my jacket and as I rummaged through, I saw a card.
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Yearning for the day when I'll find the girl who captured me like a camera never had been so painful. I arrived at the place I never thought of. I searched for her and realized it was too late. I can never take a glimpse of her. I stood in front of something which shattered my heart into vulnerable pieces
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Zoe, just like the meaning of your name, you gave me life, enlightened my world, served as my guardian, saved me. I always wondered why would I always catch you grey eyes and now all my questions had been answered. It was heart-breaking to know that I couldn't see you and how I read the letter an hour before you left. I never had the chance to thank you. It feels like a part of me is missing. I know in time, I can move on but right now, it's just too impossible. You will always be precious in my heart.
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Rest in peace, my beloved Zoe.
