Ms. Anonymous

"To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punisment we can bring on ourselves." -Federico Garcia Lora

Two years. Two years since I had my first glance of you.

The firsts usually signifies the beginning-- true enough, it was the start of my unrequited little romance.

Can you believe it? Who would have thought that you'd end up living a wall away from me? Neither do I. You can call it destiny, but I considered it meant to be.

But why does it seem like you're millions of miles away from me?

Live under the same roof, breathe the same air, hear the same loud rants from the next door neighbor-- experience almost the same things every single day, but why do I still feel invisible to you?

Who am I to you anyway?

You're the one who's name is always mentioned during school events. You're the one who has the skill that's often showcased during gatherings. You're the popular one. But thanks to these, I always get to steal glimpse of you and know more about-- certain things that the wall hinders me to do.