From Within

48. Infatuation With A Stranger |Part 4|

You like your tea just a little too sweet, and I don't drink tea.
I've seen you take in the smell, as if your life depends on it.
I probably wouldn't have noticed you, because you fit in so effortlessly.
But sometimes you just stand out a little because you're so messy.
Messy hair falling out of you cap, backpack hanging untidily from your shoulder.
Everything about you, is sometimes so disorganized.
And by now you might have guessed that I have a thing for messy beings.
I like how your confused waves of hair, fall just above your eyes.
Or the sky blue jacket almost running off from your shoulder.
And how sometimes you fold your jeans just too much above your ankles,
And how you're so aware of it, anxious about people judging you.
You held the door for the shop open for me once,
And you seemed quite taken aback,
When I whispered a small yet genuine thank you.
Tell me, where you not expecting it?
Or did I not look like I'd bother?
You started passing me bashful smiles, and small hand-waves too if I was lucky
You started noticing that I was a regular here too.
Sometimes we'd share the table when the café was too packed.
Your sea of freckles always distracted me, you know
And when I was done staring at them, I'd stare at you
Right-in-the-eyes stare, and I'm sure it made you uncomfortable.
Anxiety pulled all your strings, and your hand scratched the nape of your neck.
I loved that the most.
But then you suddenly stopped coming.
No sign of you for the whole week, the whole month...
Tomorrow completes the six month milestone of you not appearing back in my life
And I'm not counting days.

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Love,
Anshara.