It wasn't his face, rather, his voice.
I was staring at nowhere as the bus traveled the streets and the skies followed me on the way. I took a deep, long, and strong breathe and I've heard my lungs shouted out all the air that got stuck.
My eyes were close the very moment you passed by my side. And when I took a blink, you were already there.
It was only a glance.
A chance I took to look at your eyes as they shine and twinkle with the rays of light of the outside.
And I knew by then, it wasn't a story that I was trying to make.
All my life, I've been looking down with my face facing the lonely ground.
However, at that moment, I could not take my eyes off you.
I could not bring my head to turn down and look away.
I just found myself delightfully staring at you.
I don't know what happened next on the world outside of you.
I haven't take a look at the skies on my own.
I didn't notice that the calm blue sky is now enjoying the twilight and the rays of the sun brought the red and orange clouds to dance gracefully in the sky.
All I know, is that even if the day turned into night, you still have that light.
Beauty, to me, have always been just a compliment.
A word for nothing, told by no one, defined by none.
Like jokes have said but isn't meant.
Like roses, loved yet scattered.
Like love, treasured yet thrown.
But the heavens must have opened the gate for an angel.
An angel like you to take your lovely feet on the ground and entice me with your smile.
And so I have spoken, "Gorgeous."
I have always been a sleeping demon.
A woman with the silent devil.
I never cried for things that are useless and unworthy.
I never smiled for jokes that never matter.
I never laughed on dads that throw the jokes when they are drunk.
Silent and calm.
Sleeping and wild.
A paradox of emotional and of being.
And I never thought that it only takes a single serendipity to awaken the euphoria of my deepest entity.
BEEP!
I have heard the loud noises of the buses as I arrive in the station.
I tool my steps away from the seat of my daydream.
I walked through the streets. Step after step. Stare after stare.
I smiled.
I knew it.
It wasn't his face, but rather, his voice.
It wasn't a memory of an experience but an experience worthy to be a memory.
It wasn't real. I know.
But it felt so real. I know.
I think, that's how we paint pictures as we immerse ourselves in music and they appear to us through our little visions.
I looked back and waved goodbye.
In my dream, I was happy.
At the very least, I was happy.