In the metallic darkness see myself. My reflection is hunched over; this illusion allurs me... like the rain to the earth below my feet.
I suddenly wonder if he thinks I am trying to join eyes with him. I feel self-conscious, he must think I'm desperate. For attention. For a smile. For a glace over the sholder.
Why am I so focused on his sunglasses, or what he thinks of me? I should get home, my hair is soaked. I'm shivering in the cold, but he doesn't offer me his umbrella.
His strides are swift and precise. Admiring. I don't find the courage in myself to look up from my miserable, beat-up Converse. Will he even acknowledge the pathetic teenage girl leaning against a craftfully grafittied brick wall that I call "Me"? He's a man.
Obviously, he has places to be, people to see. I wish one of those people could be me. He's a wonder. I wonder if he is smart, I bet so. I wonder what color his eyes are. He's beautiful. I wonder if he's married. Oh God, there's a ring on his finger. A wave of mixed emotions rush over me. I feel guilty, sorry for his wife, but also jittery. The butterfly's wings erupt into a patter, I feel h-a-p-p-y.... and light enough to walk on clouds.
Little did I know this man would play a huge role in my life.
Picture and short story by Sophia Manco
Song for this post is Love Would Do by Jason Mraz
I suddenly wonder if he thinks I am trying to join eyes with him. I feel self-conscious, he must think I'm desperate. For attention. For a smile. For a glace over the sholder.
Why am I so focused on his sunglasses, or what he thinks of me? I should get home, my hair is soaked. I'm shivering in the cold, but he doesn't offer me his umbrella.
His strides are swift and precise. Admiring. I don't find the courage in myself to look up from my miserable, beat-up Converse. Will he even acknowledge the pathetic teenage girl leaning against a craftfully grafittied brick wall that I call "Me"? He's a man.
Obviously, he has places to be, people to see. I wish one of those people could be me. He's a wonder. I wonder if he is smart, I bet so. I wonder what color his eyes are. He's beautiful. I wonder if he's married. Oh God, there's a ring on his finger. A wave of mixed emotions rush over me. I feel guilty, sorry for his wife, but also jittery. The butterfly's wings erupt into a patter, I feel h-a-p-p-y.... and light enough to walk on clouds.
Little did I know this man would play a huge role in my life.
Song for this post is Love Would Do by Jason Mraz
