He’s gazing through the thick crowd, eyes locked to a certain direction. There are people coming and going but still he manages to get a position that catches her every movement, every laughter and sparkle in her eyes. And there he gazes. No one knows what’s going through his mind. But in his eyes, there is that look. Deep. Unmoved. Oblivious of what’s happening around him. Even to the pair of eyes staring at him.
He meets her as she happily walks across the hall unaware of the length of that stare. They exchange a quick chat like casual friends do. He touches her at her arm as he heads on to a different direction. To others it seems just an innocent act. But to her it brings comfort and an unexplainable joy. Still, no one knows what’s going through his mind.
They are seated on different sides of the hall. In a little while, he rises from his seat and joins her. But not too close. He knows how to be careful with his actions with all these people around. He chooses the right distance, the right gestures. He believes he’s doing it all right. But no one knows what’s going through his mind.
They seem to enjoy their little chat. A few more people join them. Then a few more. Laughter fills the air as if the whole world were their own. They love every minute of it. It’s fun. It’s family. It’s life.
He has found a circle where he fits in. He is enjoying time with the new people in his life. This is his world. But it is a lot more fun because she’s there. If not, it just isn’t complete.
In some days, they simply work together. They share their visions with each other. They spend late nights talking about their dreams, their purpose in life and how excited they are for the future. It doubles the thrill to be with a person to share them with. And the walk gets easier to endure with someone to hold hands with. The wait is bearable when there is a tiny glimpse of hope to hold on to.
And he shares his life with her. He enjoys being with her. He cares for her. He sees her. With her is a sense of contentment. With her, he can just be. And everything seems to be going well. Everything seems to be just right. Everything seems to be falling into its proper place.
Everything happens right in front of my eyes. And I could go on thinking what’s going through his mind. I could go on wondering what’s beneath that look. But what I know is a year ago, that gaze was headed right to my direction. A year ago, in there was my world. That was my life. A year ago, that woman was me.
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