The one who doesn't know

A rush of emotions fill every tiny corner of my heart, making me wonder what it all means. There was a tiny spark when things were new but I let it go. Everytime her hand landed on me, there was this sensation that deep down she wanted this. The need to hold on and not let go. Every meeting, every hug and every picture made me think, is it what I think something real?

Months later, feelings and situation are at crossroads, reigniting that tiny spark. The difference tonight is that this spark has begun to spread, growing with every meeting. I don't think she knows, or I guess she's good at hiding her feelings. I see this conflict within her, in relation to my presence around her. Her messages and eagerness to see each other adds to this twist in our story.

We share a unique connection, I think, her situation seems familiar to mine. Her emotions vibe on the same frequency as mine but we both seem oblivious to what is happening. There are a million possibilities to many questions that arise in concern to her. She doesn't know this but I think I enjoy her company more these days. I think she enjoys my company too but that is where complications begin to appear.

My observant eyes can notice her struggle, a battle between her mind and heart. I feel this urge to confess to her that this spark that engulfs us, could mean something. Alas, I shall not lose her because of what I think or feel. May be I am wrong, may be my observant eyes have turned rusty. May be loneliness has gotten to my mind or may be I could be right about her. Well, I guess I will let time answer my questions.

Thoughts about her, visit my mind more frequent these days. Sitting on the roof top and talking about ourselves and our feelings is how it began. As time has passed by, these thoughts have gradually moved on to dancing, an excuse to be held and feel loved again. Just our feet moving as the music plays under the night sky, as our hands and bodies remain close to each other. Each step building a realisation within us, that this what is simply meant to be.

Tonight, my thoughts run a different race in mind, picturing our trip to bring us closer than we have ever been. Picturing her sitting beside me that night, talking, may be confessing about the tiny spark. Well, I feel she might just brush me aside but I am prepared. She has someone she loves, I guess and wants to make it work or in her words, will see how things go. These thoughts will keep racing, I am sure, until the moment arrives. Yet, she will remain to be the one who doesn't know, may be for the end of time.