Princess Corner

I wake up in the morning, get ready to leave for the day. I get dressed then sit and fix my eyes on the mirror. Looking back is a face that is plain and irregular in the eyes of the world. I think I’ll never look good enough for him.

I pass the cubicle he’s in, and avert my gaze slowly to the place he sits. He’s not there. my heart sinks and I move on to my place and settle in. Later in the day I spot him. He’s coming right at my direction. I admire the beauty in that face.  Short crew cut hair reveal a simple ample forehead, with big oval-shaped eyes, accompanied with thick well-defined eyebrows. Long jet black eyelashes highlight his eyes. Tall arrogant nose and light reddish lips. Cheekbones that are cut in almost perfect perfection brings out the entire features of his structured face.

His physic is even more enticing. Tall lean figure, with a nice straight posture. Long firm legs, and nicely toned arms. Now advancing even closer, we pass each other. I quickly gaze the other way, afraid that you’ll notice my indignant staring, which would lead to embarassment. I don’t think he even noticed me.

I carry on my duties as normal. As I head over to the counter, I’m busy looking for something to eat. Suddenly I spot the firmly toned hand, reaching out beside me. I look up slowly……

My eyes see him. He’s standing right next to me ! I sudden rush of adrenaline and excitement fill my limbs. I’m paralyzed. His eyes turn and in a blink of an eye, our eyes lock. I’m lost in the intensity of the gaze . Time stops, and I wish it would never start again. However, suddenly we switch back to reality and quickly we dart our eyes away. He turns to walk away, but turns back to look at me. I flash a quirky, sheepish grin, and he turns away.

I feel like I’m walking on air. Slowly finding a seat to calm my nerves, I sink in my seat to regain composure. The bell sounds, and its time to return to out cubicles. I stand up and walk towards my cubicle. Again our paths cross, and this time I’m not ignored, but instead he looks at me with a gentle , friendly, and exciting glance. It seems like words wanted to pass out from his lips, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, a sweet , alluring smile creeps on his lips. I smile back politely, and we turn and walk our separate ways.

Is that a beginning of something ? or is it just another crush ? I don’t know and will never know. My features and level of intelligence is no match to that of his. Will he ever look at me again ? Or was it just a friendly gesture ……