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Let me tell you about the very first time my eyes landed unto your face: I was besotted. It took me long seconds to drag my stare away from your smile. And I knew that from the first time we met, I should have said Hi.
And the days that followed appeared more enchanting. Chances of seeing you around escalated and I began to slowly appreciate every little thing about you: the spark in your eyes when you laugh, and that voice of yours that seemed to appear like a beautiful melody of a sweet divine. And I knew that from the minute my fascination intensified, I should have said Hi.
Then one afternoon, I caught you sitting alone the room with your earphones plugged in, leaving me with a mind engulfed with questions whether to talk to you or not. Yet in one swift movement, my book accidentally kissed the white tiles, producing a sound that made your vision wander the room. And when your eyes darted into mine, my breathing suddenly halted and my heart froze in a brief moment. At that perfect heavenly hour, I knew I should have said Hi.
There were countless moments that we bumped into the school hallway, and even in the canteen as you were talking with your friends whilst I was watching you from a long way away. There were countless instances that you turned your direction to me and our eyes magically met - and God knows how much I longed to say Hi.
I knew I should have said it. But every time chances were served right in front of me, I became suddenly out of words as if my tongue turned twisted and I couldn't say anything. Yet I couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities that could have happened along the years. What if I talked to you first? Maybe we could be good friends. Maybe for once I had taken you out for a date. Maybe I could be able to feel the warmth of your skin, or get a sniff of the heavenly scent of your white tee.
And right until this second as I am writing this whilst staring at your face from afar, still besotted with your charm just like the first time we met, I couldn't put a halt to the sentient of deep regrets of all the chances that had flown over the years.
Because I knew I should have done it.
I should have said Hi.
But I didn't.
I allow myself to experience any form of sadness. To burst my anger like an igniting fire.
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Part of the Letters To Juliet collection
Updated on March 28, 2018
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