Friday, September 14, 2007

Traces of Meursault.

Yesterday, she wore a black dress which is really, really pretty. To my memory, I've never seen her wearing that dress before. She really looked cute and pretty in that dress. Really.

I soon as I finished class, I went out to get some air. I saw her sitting on the stone bench under the tree, near the gate, with someone beside her. A guy. I stopped for a while to watch her, but somehow my mind tells me to move outside.

I stepped out of the gate, and I felt confused and clueless of where I'm heading to.

Should I stay and watch her from somewhere in the compound, or should I walk away to see my friends?

Stupidly, I walked off to hang with my friends. I should've stayed inside and watch her for a bit.

Later on, I decided to go to the library, for some work. I went about halfway in when I noticed that she was sitting in a group of four. I picked a seat which had the best view, which is directly adjacent to her, but a bit far from her.

Within two minutes, she left. My chair hadn't even warmed up yet.

At first I thought she's not leaving, because I saw with my own eyes, she didn't take her bag. But she really left.

Can you imagine how I feel? It's raining now, outside. She's got me wishing too much. I just wish that she'd stay longer. I want to talk to her. I want to see her more. Watching her for less than an hour isn't enough for me. I wish I have her phone number.

She keeps me wondering as well. Wondering, what she's doing during a certain time, wondering where she is now, wondering what time she sleeps, wondering what's her response like when she reads all these loser stuff, wondering all sorts of stuff.

And she keeps me staring into empty space too. Excessively.