In Her Eyes

This is inspired by Goldstin's March 15th posts. I have no idea what really happened, this is all in my imagination.





She loved being with him, watching his fingers danced across the piano, listening to his dreams in his usual mix of languages, eating dinner at the small table in his cozy apartment across from him. It made butterflies fly in her stomach.

It made her feel lucky.

**

She loved him; loved him for a long time; loved him very soon after she met him. She could not help herself, he was so close to her ideal boyfriend: a gentle but vulnerable man with a pretty face, a talent for music, and knowledge of a foreign language, of another world.

There was only one problem: he did not love her and she knew it.

**

He loved another.

He used to share his feelings with her. I love him, so much, he said and even though every time was a stab in the heart for her, she listened and encouraged him to confess his feelings.

He came to her one day, rejected and crying. He told me he would never love me, he muttered behind his flowing tears. I still love you, she wanted to say, but she stayed silent and simply sat with him.

**

When time consoled him, when they began to spend more time together, when they started something like a relationship, she made herself believe, hope, wish, that one day he would learn to love her back.

But time passed and still he did not touch her with the same feverish want, he did not bestow her the same flamboyant complements, he did not, never, responded to her genuine declarations of love. Some nights she thought that his unrequited romance had dried up his capability to love again. Some nights she thought it was simply her.

It hurt, not matter how much she would like to deny the fact, to spend time with him. Each second was like salt on the growing wound in her heart.

**

Perhaps, if she is stronger things would end differently, perhaps, they may even have a happy ending, but she has always been weak, she cannot stand the pain.

She trys to capture him - a man she loved, still loves - in her mind one last time.

(She will cry later when she step out of the elevator and onto the busy street below, but at that moment, her eyes are dry and her voice is steady.)

I have to go, good bye.