She doesn't know yet!
I never knew her, maybe we crossed paths once in a while but never noticed her. And i am sure, neither did she. Then that day, she came in through the doors, and i was stuck at her looking straight into her eyes. She was different, she was pretty. She had stories inside her that was warm alive and full of joy but there were thoughts, mysteries and aspirations that was gleaming. I knew, right away what i got myself into. All i could do was stare at her when she wasnt looking, listen to her when she kept talking. I was going deep and i wasnt ready. There was a storm inside me to achieve greater heights in life and i wanted to do it alone. But then this whisper inside my head that kept saying,"Wouldn't it be great, if she is a part of your journey?"
I am mousy, reserved and introverted. I have no idea, how to let her know. That i feel something. And i feel it around her. That, before she is gone, i need her to know, and just knowing isnt enough, i want her around with me. Being my guard, i want her to protect me from my despair. But then, it is all in my mind, stored as a story and streaming like a movie. Some get the courage to achieve and approach and some, like me, let go and cherish the memory. Journaled in my mind are those little unsaid moments, when i fell in love with her drop by drop, everyday, and she is out there, unaware, of this lost world in me.