It's Her Hair & Her Eyes

Around the Corner she Goes. . . .

April 1st, 2019

       The perfect date?  That wish of mine was never supposed to come true after all.  I was never meant to wish that after all.  But after hearing the last final thing I get to learn about you, this hope of mine is slowly degrading.  

I'm bisexual.  I learned that quite recently.  

And you know who taught me that?  

You. 

You, the person I fell for.  I fell even more whenever your warm brown eyes met mine, and your hair fell perfectly.  Some days your waves tucked cozy in those adorable beanies of yours.  

It's your hair and your eyes. 

It was your hair and your eyes.

You, the person I fell for. 

You. . 

the person who's straight. 

That's what I learned today.  How, exactly?  Quite pathetically, actually.  I'm sure you remember that random girl who suddenly came up to you at lunch and asked if you were gay.  She wore a rainbow choker.  

That was uh, a friend.  We just met three days ago but she agreed to ask you the question.  

You are indeed one confusing person.  What were all those gazes you gave me?  Perhaps you meant to lie to the stranger wearing a rainbow choker.  Or maybe you suffered through the same thing as I did, not too long ago.  Thinking that there was something wrong with me; why I seem to have always looked at some girls similar in the way I see boys.  But my hopes are too tired to get up.  

Good to know now that I never even had the chance to confess to you in the first place.  I always had this tiny tiny hunch anyway.  It kept telling me that we weren't meant to be.  But being my stubborn self, I decided not to listen. 

So now I'm kind of in pain. Funny thing is, I caused the pain. You did nothing wrong.  

Please stay your sweet self.  When we pass the hall, don't mind me rushing away. 

It's only because I didn't want to see you today. Or tomorrow. At least until I heal. Then maybe we could be friends. 

Ouch. .

So we were never destined to stop for each other in the halls. I guess we just needed to pass each other to get where we're supposed to be.  Only now, I have to turn the corner while you keep walking straight ahead. 

I hope you get to where you're supposed to be someday. And who you're meant to be with at that place.