I saw her again at school today.
I see her every day.
In a crowded room, I could pick her out in a heartbeat. There's definitely something special about her yet I can't quite put my finger on what it is. I don't know how she does it but the whole world seems to stop when she walks into the room, everything moves so slowly yet so heartbreakingly fast - never with a chance to talk, never even with a chance to exchange acknowledgements; she makes the ordinary extraordinary and she does it so seamlessly that she doesn't even seem to notice.
We've never even spoken although I feel as though I've known her for years; but she's just a 'friend of a friend'. Someone just out of reach. Someone that will barely ever be aware of my existence: that is destined to only fall further away despite the fact that I'm quietly falling deeper with every passing breath. That is how we'll always be, the way we're destined to be: in the right place at the wrong time, two ships in the night, in sight but our paths never crossing.
How is it possible that I've let myself become so utterly fascinated by this girl when I don't even know her name?
