“I stand here alone; my feet are buried into the soggy earth. It rained heavily last night and I still remain unmoved. When the daylight fades, I watch the birds hover in the heavens and I pour out my heart with the blue and gold sunset. I sway in the wind… but I still remain here…alone and unmoved.”
I just committed a perfect suicide when I met the woman who made me discover my stalking skills, by chance, two years ago. I admit, the sheer magnetism of her physical presence pulled me by the very moment she entered our classroom, that was my last year in college then. I don’t know, but there was something enigmatic about her, something that made her glow; something that was just simply unexplainable.
I stared at her for the whole hour scrutinizing the contours of her face, no love at first sight… I just wanted to gaze at her and she was undeniably alluring. The baby blue top that she wore complemented her fair complexion. A tiny blue clip was neatly nestled in a portion of her curly jet hair. She appeared to be snobby, but she looked cute that way.
On the third week of classes, I began to decipher her real personality. She was indeed a jolly person, and that proved my first impression of her wrong. She didn’t introduce herself to me; neither did I make the first move. I just came to know her name when I noticed it scribbled on her, of course, blue purse.Our instructors called us with our class numbers, I wonder if she knows me or if she at least did the effort of sneaking a look at my paper finding out my name.
She was my seatmate and there were no somber moments with her. She had that sexy voice that always tempted me to start a conversation even if the topics that I would bring up were nonsensical. Her laugh sounded like a peal of bells that sent shivers down my spine every time I hear it. She had always mesmerized me with the warmness of her hazel eyes that stared squarely into my own when we talked. We were friends, yes just friends, and she was a good stress reliever. She never failed to cheer me up. She never failed to make me smile. She never failed to make my days sunny.
