Worlds

She’s there again. The one girl I can’t get out of my head no matter how hard I try. Every one of my waking thoughts are about her. The way she always greets others with a bright smile. The way her blue eyes innocently stare at you without blinking, always giving you her undivided attention. The way her white dyed hair tucks into a ponytail that shines effortlessly in the morning sun’s glow. I can even remember the tiniest things like how she always holds her pen in her left hand but picks up things with her right; it’s all permanently implanted in my brain, even more important than my need to breathe for air. 

She’s sitting down at a coffee shop’s round table surrounded by her friends, her head up in the cloud as she mindlessly fidgets with her ball point pen. An opened notebook sits in front of her, filled with sentences upon sentences of sporadic writing. One of her friends says something funny to the group and they all laugh, except she doesn’t. Her attention is instead shifted to a group of seagulls that peck at the window of a small clothes store down the street, wondering why in the world they can’t get in. The friend sitting closest to her takes the notebook and the pen out of her hand and writes something down, tapping her shoulder to get her attention. She quickly turns towards the friend, surprised, but the friend just points at what she wrote. A few seconds of reading later, she smiles and silently laughs, taking the pen back from her friend to write something down herself. After a few more seconds, the friend reads aloud what she wrote and the whole table erupts in laughter and smiles, sparking quite a few looks from passerbys. I can’t help but stare, mesmerized by her wide smile that she tries to cover with her left hand to hide her silent yet infectious laughter. A soft breeze passes by as her friends go back to their study session and she joins them. Yet as if an invisible hand poked her, she suddenly looks up from the table, somehow immediately finding me. Her eyes meet mine. I quickly avert my gaze and look straight down at the floor, feeling my face grow hot and red from blush as I fidget around with my hands. Was I staring too much? Suddenly, a finger taps me on the shoulder, and my head bolts straight up. The girl is standing right in front of me, silently laughing away at my reactions. She raises her arms and speaks, not through her mouth but through her hands. You look like you just ran a marathon. Are you alright? she questions. My hands are shaking as I sign back a I’m OK!, taking a few steps away from her as I try to compose myself.

Are you good to leave? I ask sheepishly, my eyes looking back down away from her. In two steps she covers the distance between us and bends down, looking up at my face. She gives me a thumbs up and a smile as her eyes lock with mine, almost challenging me to look away. I stare back, ignoring my ever-growing blush. Her blue eyes shine like the ocean in the afternoon sun, filled with a world only she knows. A world that I want to be a part of. She grins and stands back up, somehow satisfied with the answer in my head. With a quick wave bye to her friends she grabs my hand with her right hand, destroying any amount of composure I had. “Have a good date with your boyfriend!” one of her friends shouts, knowing full well that they’re only talking to me. My face turns even redder than before and she stares at me confused, completely unaware of the whole world around her. That’s right I think to myself. We walk through the street quietly, her eyes wandering around as she observes the world that only she can see. A world full of beautiful things that I could only imagine. Maybe that’s why I love her so much.