Here’s what I wanted to say to you.
I wanted to be debonaire and say that you have a very nice smile, one that makes me smile as well.
But of course, I wouldn’t have the courage to say that to you.
I just glance (of course with my usual tact– and non-creepily if I may say) for when I’m sure you would take it like I’m just looking at the person that passed by, and our gaze would meet and I would break contact, like it didn’t mean anything. Though your hazel eyes were a welcome view or perhaps the only view, in this coffee shop.
I keep wondering what you were listening to, and imagine we’re listening to the same song. Like Japanese Denim by Daniel Caesar, which I can’t rightly get enough of, on repeat and I don’t even care how many times I’ve played it. I keep wondering what you were laughing at on your phone, and how sweet that smile truly is, as I’m to thank whatever or whoever was making you smile. It just made the whole world sweeter.
I would’ve liked to thank you, thank the way you capped off a relatively great day, given the circumstances, and hell, I don’t even know you. But imagine your name is Althea, because I’ve never met an Althea, and that’d be interesting as well as a beautiful name.
If I’m being truly brave and frank then, without concern for my own mental and emotional well being, I’d tell you how beautiful you are, and the way you light up the room and the lives of those who see you, and how much I hate the guy who sat in front of you because he’s blocking my view of you. That you seemed interesting and that your smile was dynamite. (However embarrassing the statement “was dynamite” is). Oh and thank you, I guess for giving this hapless idiot a fighting chance today, against his own misfortune and demons.
So to you random girl with the beautiful eyes, in your own little world in the couch you occupy, may the stars that streak light like rain in the sky tonight honour the moments spared and unfulfilled. Have a nice evening!