While You Were Reading Chapter Six.
You’re wearing a cute pink sweater with those eyeglasses that you don’t like (that I love). You’re so quiet as you burn yellow highlighted phrases into your mind for tomorrow’s scantron sheet. Cultural materialism and assorted sociology theories are pushed in and out of loose leaf margins accented with tiny footnotes scribbled with your small script. You don’t seem to mind my presence… even though I assumed that you needed to be alone tonite. I’m glad you accepted my offer to let me buy you a cup of tea… even though you had a full mug when I arrived.
We catch up on the past couple of weeks as I write your name on a pink post-it note with a flower and a butterfly, hoping that you’d be impressed with my cute hello kitty-esque 3rd grade doodling skills. You weren’t… but you left it where it was affixed on your paper. At least you didn’t throw it away. Maybe you’ll see it again and smile. It’s those kinds of things that remain insignificantly memorable.
I’ve been stealing glances of you for quite a while, but you never look back. Your forehead wrinkles, you wet and bite your lips ever so softly and shuffle through your papers back and forth over and over again. I catch something new every time your study mannerisms cycle. You glance at your watch and I know when you’re tired when you rest your face on both hands… but yet, you keep on keepin’ on. You’re so intent on absorbing the contents in your notes, you don’t see me smiling faintly for no apparent reason at all.
Did you know that we were at the coffee shop at same exact table one year ago… and nothing much has changed? Here I am again, admiring you from afar… directly across the table… Trying to sort out my intentions… trying to sort out my emotions… trying… sort of.
We’ll see where the night takes me…
You’re so cute.
~Herschell
November 27th, 2005 at 8:23 pm
nice…
November 29th, 2005 at 12:26 am
very eloquent.