Short Love Story

The boy sits beneath the tree. The girl shall come to see him, as he has sent the note, telling her to come.

Yet still he worries, wonders.

Will she come?

Will she come to laugh at him?

Will she come and tell him she has always loved another?

Will she not come forward, merely waiting in the bushes, spying?

He torments himself with these anxieties, his mind cannot rest for his fears, until at last he stands, deciding that no girl shall come to torment him.

He sets of through the forest, walking fast to forget about the girl, the girl who hates him, the girl who will not come.

He would never guess that girl he is about to meet, upon the forest trail, is one who shall not mock him, but love him till her dying day.

Walking

I am walking, the cold asphalt beneath my shoes echoing with the drumming of thousands of feet. I pause to watch the cars going by, traversing the gaps between the white and yellow lines.

Across the road I see a boy, with hair of sandy blonde. I know him well and the girl with whom he walks, his sister, escorting her home from school.

I raise one arm, as if to wave, then rethink and lower it once more. He glances across at me, as if my slight movement had caught his attention.

I smile, thinking that he sees me, yet I am disappointed. His grey–blue eyes stare through the place I stand.

Looking, yet not seeing.

Knowing, yet not caring.

He and his sister walk on, vanishing among the city's crowds. My thoughts are haunted by his eyes, staring through me, not noticing my presence, not caring that I walked this way, off my usual path, merely to catch a glimpse of his face.