Invisible
The story of a girl in love with a guy who cannot love her back.
I don’t know why I try to torture myself this way. We both stand near the large tree and stare into what’s ahead.
"It’s been 10 minutes. It’s highly unlikely that she’s still inside." I inform him with an annoyed tone. Still, he doesn’t budge.
"Just a few more minutes, okay?" He says. And all I could do was wait.
Just then, I see his face light up, his smile reaching his eyes.
She was here.
It wasn’t a secret why he was in love with her. He’s been in love with her for 3 years.
And I’ve been in love with him far longer than that.
And so, as stupid as it might seem, I follow him. Whatever he does, I follow him. It was the only way I could be near him, if only for a while.
And as always, she just steps out of the old administration building, and walks away, without knowing who was waiting for her, and for how long.
"She’s gone." I say.
"Next time… next time, I promise. Next time, I’ll talk to her." He tells me, while putting his right arm around my shoulders.
"No, no you won’t." I say. "From three years of experience, you won’t." I say in an even more annoyed tone.
"So why do you manage to always come with me?" He asks, as if on point.
"To annoy you. And to show you I’m always right." I tell him, matter-of-factly.
"Haha! One of these days I’m gonna show you. She’s gonna see me and I’m not going to be invisible anymore. And then, I’m finally going to be in love. And maybe one day, you’ll find the guy for you too." He tells me, straight to my eyes.
Just then I knew. He was looking straight through. Seeing nothing. I was the invisible one.
I broke from his embrace and started walking away.
"Hey! Where are you going?" He asks, in a confused tone.
I turn around abruptly and face him.
"You’re never gonna see it, huh?"
"What are you talking about?" he asks me.
"Look at me. Look at me!" I tell him. "What do you see?"
"I… I don’t see anything. I don’t understand." He says.
"Exactly." I say. And I walk away.
She doesn’t see the way his eyes light up when he smiles.
She doesn’t know how he’s been waiting for him for 3 years.
She doesn’t even know him, like I do.
And yet in the end, he doesn’t see how many times I stare at him when he smiles.
He doesn’t know how I’ve been waiting for him for 5 years.
And he doesn’t know how much I love him.
Will I always be invisible?
"It’s been 10 minutes. It’s highly unlikely that she’s still inside." I inform him with an annoyed tone. Still, he doesn’t budge.
"Just a few more minutes, okay?" He says. And all I could do was wait.
Just then, I see his face light up, his smile reaching his eyes.
She was here.
It wasn’t a secret why he was in love with her. He’s been in love with her for 3 years.
And I’ve been in love with him far longer than that.
And so, as stupid as it might seem, I follow him. Whatever he does, I follow him. It was the only way I could be near him, if only for a while.
And as always, she just steps out of the old administration building, and walks away, without knowing who was waiting for her, and for how long.
"She’s gone." I say.
"Next time… next time, I promise. Next time, I’ll talk to her." He tells me, while putting his right arm around my shoulders.
"No, no you won’t." I say. "From three years of experience, you won’t." I say in an even more annoyed tone.
"So why do you manage to always come with me?" He asks, as if on point.
"To annoy you. And to show you I’m always right." I tell him, matter-of-factly.
"Haha! One of these days I’m gonna show you. She’s gonna see me and I’m not going to be invisible anymore. And then, I’m finally going to be in love. And maybe one day, you’ll find the guy for you too." He tells me, straight to my eyes.
Just then I knew. He was looking straight through. Seeing nothing. I was the invisible one.
I broke from his embrace and started walking away.
"Hey! Where are you going?" He asks, in a confused tone.
I turn around abruptly and face him.
"You’re never gonna see it, huh?"
"What are you talking about?" he asks me.
"Look at me. Look at me!" I tell him. "What do you see?"
"I… I don’t see anything. I don’t understand." He says.
"Exactly." I say. And I walk away.
She doesn’t see the way his eyes light up when he smiles.
She doesn’t know how he’s been waiting for him for 3 years.
She doesn’t even know him, like I do.
And yet in the end, he doesn’t see how many times I stare at him when he smiles.
He doesn’t know how I’ve been waiting for him for 5 years.
And he doesn’t know how much I love him.
Will I always be invisible?
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