She said...

I am an ordinary girl. Its easy to forget me. To leave me behind. Even easier to forget my existence. I am too ordinary to be thought of. I don't matter much. Neither do my feelings. And most of my emotions...are unreasonable. My opinion has no great value. My arguments have no stand. I am too ordinary to be considered. To be spotted in the human sea. I can't dream of being singled out. For anything. I can easily disappear. From your thoughts, your view...your life. You won't miss me.


But there's a pair of eyes...striking, naughty, twinkling...sometimes sad, sometimes intense...and sometimes...piercing. They single me out. They seek me. They tell me a different story. They make me believe I'm special. Maybe even unique. Of course I love those eyes...and its when I can't see myself in them that I feel lost. But I like to believe that the gaze follows me...through distance...through time...through my days...and through my nights. I like to believe that a pair of eyes are watching me...when I'm alone...or scared...smiling to myself...or wiping a tear away. I like to believe that they are looking at me...for I know I'm ordinary...but I love feeling special.