Post by Portal on Apr 27, 2014 7:26:39 GMT
Sometimes, I wonder if she ever thinks about me. I get up, get dressed, and go to work every day. In my cubicle, sitting near the window, I look across the street, and she's right there. The same level, the same floor, and probably the same occupation. I catch glimpses of her, bending over her desk looking through her papers, hunched over in her chair as she grabs her pen or pencil to jot something down. Just those small things I can't help but smile over. Even with this distance, I feel like I should meet her.
Sometimes, I wonder if I will ever meet him. The cute guy across the street of course. I catch him looking at me a times, turning his face away almost immediately if I ever make any eye contact with him. It's cute, and I want to know more about him. From the way his black hair stays on his head, to how he zones out at the most random of times, I always catch him in his moments. I wonder if he catches me in mine?
She's cute. Oh what am I saying? I really can't get over her. I know it's been months but, I just feel like I want to talk to her. Will I ever get to bond with her? Will I ever be able to see her outside of this place? Just being able to see her at all already brightens up my day. Maybe that is all I need for right now... Something that I can see, but can never touch.
I wonder what he really works on... I see him just work and work, but I never see his final product. We work in the same company, just different department. I wonder what his department is like. Maybe I'll find out tomorrow, if I remember. But yet these past days, I've yet to get him out of my mind. Will he like my work? Will he enjoy what I create, or will he be just like the others...
Lunch. What does she like to eat? I hope it's something I enjoy thoroughly, maybe we can go on a date! No that's stupid, why would she go out with someone like me? How would I introduce myself even if we meet? “Hi there, I'm the creepy guy across the street that looks at you almost everyday.” Look at that! I'm a total creeper, she'll never be into me... I still wonder what she does enjoy when she goes out to eat...
He just got done lunch... What was he thinking about? He had such a perplexed look on his face. Maybe it was something bad he ate. Yeah, it probably was. I hope he likes home cooked meals- Gah!...Maybe I should work on my own cooking before I give myself false hopes. I worked so hard too, to get all my work early just to try to have the same lunch time as he does. Sometimes I drown myself in thoughts that everything I'm trying to do doesn't work. Even if it ends up being really small...
The late night shift again. I'm here, almost alone in this floor now. Everyone's gone, but she's still there. Why? What has she got that is so important? Plat, Plat, Plat. Is that rain? Thank god I brought my umbrella with me today. I wonder if she bought hers... Anyways. I got to get this work done.
Oh god...I'm running late again. I need to go home, I haven't been catching any sleep lately. But why is he still here? What does he have to do this late? Plat, Plat, Plat. Don't tell me it's rain! I didn't bring an umbrella today... Oh god, why did it have to rain.
There she stood, holding her purse over her head. As it started to pour, she waved her arm in the air, hailing the next taxi cab. “Taxi! Taxi!” As one was about to roll up, a man came up to her. Then the rain stopped, it stopped for that moment. He stood next to her, umbrella in hand, protecting her from the rain. She looked to her side, and he stood there. They turned to face each other, the guy giving off an awkward smile, the girl moving her purse off her head even when it offered such little protection against the rain as they gazed into each others eyes. They were so close, so physically close. It's almost as if time stopped, and forever existed in that one second. The taxi pulled up, he opened the door and said his first word to her. “Hey.”
Sometimes, I wonder if I will ever meet him. The cute guy across the street of course. I catch him looking at me a times, turning his face away almost immediately if I ever make any eye contact with him. It's cute, and I want to know more about him. From the way his black hair stays on his head, to how he zones out at the most random of times, I always catch him in his moments. I wonder if he catches me in mine?
She's cute. Oh what am I saying? I really can't get over her. I know it's been months but, I just feel like I want to talk to her. Will I ever get to bond with her? Will I ever be able to see her outside of this place? Just being able to see her at all already brightens up my day. Maybe that is all I need for right now... Something that I can see, but can never touch.
I wonder what he really works on... I see him just work and work, but I never see his final product. We work in the same company, just different department. I wonder what his department is like. Maybe I'll find out tomorrow, if I remember. But yet these past days, I've yet to get him out of my mind. Will he like my work? Will he enjoy what I create, or will he be just like the others...
Lunch. What does she like to eat? I hope it's something I enjoy thoroughly, maybe we can go on a date! No that's stupid, why would she go out with someone like me? How would I introduce myself even if we meet? “Hi there, I'm the creepy guy across the street that looks at you almost everyday.” Look at that! I'm a total creeper, she'll never be into me... I still wonder what she does enjoy when she goes out to eat...
He just got done lunch... What was he thinking about? He had such a perplexed look on his face. Maybe it was something bad he ate. Yeah, it probably was. I hope he likes home cooked meals- Gah!...Maybe I should work on my own cooking before I give myself false hopes. I worked so hard too, to get all my work early just to try to have the same lunch time as he does. Sometimes I drown myself in thoughts that everything I'm trying to do doesn't work. Even if it ends up being really small...
The late night shift again. I'm here, almost alone in this floor now. Everyone's gone, but she's still there. Why? What has she got that is so important? Plat, Plat, Plat. Is that rain? Thank god I brought my umbrella with me today. I wonder if she bought hers... Anyways. I got to get this work done.
Oh god...I'm running late again. I need to go home, I haven't been catching any sleep lately. But why is he still here? What does he have to do this late? Plat, Plat, Plat. Don't tell me it's rain! I didn't bring an umbrella today... Oh god, why did it have to rain.
There she stood, holding her purse over her head. As it started to pour, she waved her arm in the air, hailing the next taxi cab. “Taxi! Taxi!” As one was about to roll up, a man came up to her. Then the rain stopped, it stopped for that moment. He stood next to her, umbrella in hand, protecting her from the rain. She looked to her side, and he stood there. They turned to face each other, the guy giving off an awkward smile, the girl moving her purse off her head even when it offered such little protection against the rain as they gazed into each others eyes. They were so close, so physically close. It's almost as if time stopped, and forever existed in that one second. The taxi pulled up, he opened the door and said his first word to her. “Hey.”
