Snippets

Snippet #22

When I first looked at you with blank eyes, it was in hopes that it would hide what I truly felt for you. That maybe, in not looking at you with eyes of hope, I'd find myself moving on. With each passing day, it got easier to not look at you for long. Hopeful stares turned to blank looks, turned to fleeting glances. And now, to anyone watching, it probably looked like you were nobody to me. 

But they would be wrong. No matter how blank my look may be, it never changed how I felt. I never understood why, but that's just the way it was. It wasn't surprising. It was, after all, just a feeble attempt in trying to get over you.

But what I never expected, was for you to return my blank stare. 

Our first eye contact, I thought, was by coincidence. You didn't even seem like you saw me, it was as if I was invisible to you. I looked away first thinking that it didn't matter anyway. It was when we made eye contact for the second time in just mere seconds that I realized you were actually staring at me. You never broke eye contact, even as you walked right towards me, it was me again who did so. And I didn't look back, not even when when you walked right by me. I couldn't do it. This wasn't the first time I caught you staring at me like that. But it doesn't even seem like you care whether I see it or not.

I can't understand why you would look at me like that. There is nothing behind that stare, absolutely nothing that I can decipher. I thought, for a second, that maybe you hated me. But I haven't done anything for you to hate me. The more you look at me like that, the more you scare me. Because I don't know what's behind that stare, a stare that seems like it should just be a fleeting glance. A stare that doesn't seem like it has any meaning behind it.

You scare me. Because you have me going mad over one look when I don't even know you. Why can't you and your thoughts just leave me alone? 

I know I'll get over it eventually, it's just annoying.