Act Four.

“Maybe it was her smile, or maybe because of how she smiles”. Those are a few vague reasons why I like this girl—reasons that most men have, that’s why she is liked by so many.

I didn’t differ.

It’s no secret that I like her. I am like a child who has a crush on a teacher—I only watch from the distance, yet it remains no undisclosed to all. That may be the reason why my friend became the way of my first talk with her.

I can see in her eyes that day, the look of nothingness. I could instantly tell that she doesn’t care about the person who was introduced to her a few seconds ago, particularly me.

We were exactly one meter apart.

A human eye can see that with 20/20 vision.

Yet,

Why did your eyes seem to pass me?

Am I not a reality in your life?

Was my smile not enough to get your attention?

Maybe...

Half glad, because I stood close to you for a few seconds,

Half sad, because I stood close to you for a few seconds only.

Instantly, I tried to veil that memory as I again gaped at her in the supermarket, but pulled myself together to decide whether I should talk to her or not.

Why did your eyes seem to pass me?

Am I not a reality in your life?

My feet walked away by itself, my eyes forcibly turning away from the only person I yearned to care about. Her figure disappeared from my sight. I was about to look at the list of groceries that I held when—

“Hey.”

I quickly turned around, almost dropping the blue basket that I held loosely. A person tapped my shoulder. It got my attention—thank goodness it did.

Time stopped.