YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE, MY ONLY SUNSHINE / YOU MAKE ME HAPPY WHEN SKIES ARE GREY
the first time i saw you was in the library.
you were the kind of person others would usually notice first in a crowd of one hundred, and i was not an exception. you were reading a book - the title of which i have long forgotten - and there was a crease forming between your eyebrows. it was as if the scene unfolding before your eyes were also unfolding before mine, if that makes sense. the only time you were ever readable was when you were reading a book.
i was there to return one of the books i've been borrowing for a little over two months (which was way past the deadline). i was only supposed to borrow a new one, and leave. i wasn't supposed to look in your direction, you weren't supposed to look in mine, and we weren't supposed to smile at each other.
but those were exactly what happened.
and for some unknown reason, after that, i started borrowing books everyday, returning them the next day without having so much as peeked into its contents.
okay. so maybe it wasn't really for some unknown reason.
maybe it was because i wanted to see you often, even if it was just a glimpse. maybe it was because i liked the way you smiled at whatever you were reading especially when that smile was directed towards me. or maybe it was simply because i liked you, the way i liked well-written characters in a novel.
that flimsy admiration i had for you somehow eventually became more than that, and i will - i really will talk about it. but right now, i just want to talk about the you and me that existed in the past.
then maybe, just maybe, we can relive the moments we've had together before everything started spiraling downwards.
YOU ARE READING
you were my sunshine
Short Storyus, from the beginning until the end. [ cover art by pascal campion ]