Katya

there she is

after all this time I can finally see her

she's at the magazine stall in front of our school

she's holding two magazines

one in each hand

I can tell that she can't decide which one to buy

and then she pays for both

I'll do the same

she's tiny
petite for her age
kind of fragile
delicate
I guess if she's hit by a surprise, she'll just break

and that ponytail
I adore that
how can a wisp of hair could do such great magic on her

she's shy
she walks fast
she's always with a book in her hand
she's pretty

I first saw her at the bus stop

it's just a few steps away from the magazine stall

she's standing

with a book in her hand

a bunch of kids were making jokes on each other

but she's just standing still

looking far at the street, waiting for her bus to come

I couldn't do anything except stared

stared at her

stared like an idiot

stared behind people's back

stared from the bus stop across the road

but the afternoon sun was just too perfect

I couldn't help not to stare

when her bus finally came, I saw her smile

she got the sincere one

the one that makes your heart warm whenever you see that kind

on that point
I urge myself to at least say hi to her

which I couldn't

not the day after

nor a week later

and it's been a month now

so what am I supposed to do?

why is this bothering me?

what is actually happening?

maybe I'll find out the day I have enough guts to say hi

- Edgar

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