Oh boy, what a day! What a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the wind is blowing gently, a perfect day for a little walk. I finished all my assignments for today, so why wouldn't I, but where and with who? Called a few friends, but they are all busy, and none could find a little time to hang around with me for a hour or so, but that doesn't matter, lately I started to enjoy just my own company, just me and my wild thoughts, running rampant from here to there, with no direction or purpose, but it's nice to see them go. That's it! I'll take a stroll through the park, near the lake, and maybe even waste some time next to the water, listening to the wind blowing and the ducks quacking. A perfect way to end a perfect day, if I may say so.
How much have I been sleeping? Must have been a hour or two, but I can't figure it out. Eh, at least I didn't fall in the water, that would have been a real bummer for the day. Let's see what's going on around here. Kids playing, pushing themselves close to the lake, mothers screaming at them to be careful, but I don't think they even hear a word they say. Such a lovely period of life, childhood, when the worries of life just didn't even notice you. As a child I didn't know about money, or if people talk me around my back or thing like this, the only thing that worried me was to wake up in the morning and head for the playground as fast as I could, sometimes even skipping breakfast. In those times, when I would come back home, mom would be waiting with a look on her face that made me knew I did something wrong, but even then I wouldn't care too much, because she would forgive me right away and serve me lunch (or dinner in the days i would be missing an entire day).
Who's that over there? I think I recognize her, but I need to take a closer look in order to identify her. Just my luck, she's coming this way, and with every step I can figure out more details.Long, light brown hair, medium height for a girl, a steady walk, she looks to be in a hurry, nicely dressed, but I still can't match the way she looks with a name, or anything for that matter. Let's pay more attention. A beautiful, face, with the hair covering a little of her forehead, no makeup by what I can tell, but I might be wrong on that one (it's hard to see on some occasions) but... That it!!! That's why I seemed to recognize her! HER EYES! How could I forget? We met a couple of months ago, a common friend introduced us. Can't remember her name, but those eyes, how could I not recognize them. Wonder if she'll recognize me. I doubt it, why would she, last time we met, she got bored after ten minutes and left. I admit, I wasn't in my best shape, but that's no excuse. There she goes, she past right by me, didn't even turn for a moment. She must have been in a hurry. God, those eyes!
Green eyes, an ocean green, I could drown myself in them. It's interesting how the human brain only needs something so small as the eyes to recognize an entire person. But it's not always the eyes. Sometimes it's the lips, other times it's the hair, sometimes it's as simple as a little touch to sent the mind racing through memories to a precise moment in space and time, and recall events that otherwise would be forgotten in a flash. But I can't think straight right now, I'm still stuck on her eyes. In history, men were able to kill one another for a pair of eyes like those. Some would wage entire wars just for another stare, and even a beggar would feel like a king for only one glance at them. They were accused as mad-men, and even I would think that it is ridiculous to do something so brutal and so barbaric just for a sensation. But here I am, thinking over and over again about her eyes. I wonder if I can recall her name. If not, I might just call her Helen (of Troy for that matter) for only this name would seem suited for such a beautiful woman. But can it be, can a lazy and somewhat rational person like me lose itself for just a pair of eyes, and be ready to bet it all for just the chance to see such eyes again?
I don't know, but i don't care really. All I can think of is how to manage to meet her again, maybe even convince her that I'm not as boring as she thinks I am. I could follow her, see where she's going, maybe I could find a common point of interest. But that would be weird, to follow a girl when she barely knows me. Doesn't matter, I'll do it anyway, what could I possibly lose, I don't have much anyway, and in a worse case scenario, she will think me a creep and just leave. Where did she go?! Damn it! I've been daydreaming so much that I lost her. Well, at least it proves that I am indeed a lazy person, but I won't give up! I could wander around until I find her, but that could take all day and it could lead to nothing if she left already. I could wait here and see if she passes back, but i don't know if I can wait that long (oh wait, I can!). That's the plan: I'll wait for my "Helen of Troy" util she comes back, no matter how long it takes, I'll wait 'till I see her, and when I do... what will I do when I see her? I'll just play it on the moment. But what I would give to be able to see those eyes one more time...
"Hello..."
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