Those Eyes

I didn’t destroy the painting, on the contrary I hung it up.
Someone, a stranger, was so fascinating to me.
He was for some reason.
I couldn’t put my finger on it.
It was this strange pull to him and I didn’t know why.

And from there it was like the frenzy of making paintings, drawings of him.
Any free time I was with a pencil in my hand drawing what I could remember.
But the only thing I could remember clearly was his eyes.
Those piercing green eyes.

I was like a mad man, well woman to be in fact.
I went to the my café and hoping to see him again, I wanted to find him again.
I was obsessed and I didn’t seem to mind.
Why didn’t I mind being obsessed with someone?

Days, weeks had passed and no sight of him and deep inside I was sad about it.
I had grown attached to this guy.
I needed to see him.

Anytime I saw a guy with black hair my heart stopped a bit.
But it was never him.
I always saw him in my head, and I always drew him out on a paper, or painted on a canvas.
Sometimes I even dreamed about him.
But all I saw was him looking at me with those green orbs.
Its like he saw me, no one ever saw me.

I slowly began to lose hope that I would ever see him again.
All I had now was pictures, dreams, and a short footage clip of him.

After a month of not seeing him at the café.
I thought it was time to stop hoping, to stop wishing I would see him again.
I needed to accept that.
I did accept that.

So I woke up on a not so special Friday morning.
Did my usual routine, and headed off to my café with my April issue in my hands.

“Oh the usual today?”
“Well maybe something different today. What do you recommend?”
“How about a classic a vanilla late?”
“Sure why not? I will have one.”

I walked outside with something new and sat down at my table and began to read.
But I had that feeling again, the feeling that someone was staring at me.

“huh. Strange.”

I went on reading.

The feelings persisted.
I looked up to find those familiar green orbs staring at me but with a smile.

He got up from his seat and sat across from me at my table.

“I finally see you again.”
“you have been looking for me?”
“Yes, ever since I saw you a while back ago I was hoping to run into you again.”
“You want to know something?”
“Yeah.”
“I was hoping to see you too. What’s your name?”
“Its Caleb.”

Well he wasn’t a stranger anymore.