I was looking at you. I remember our first encounter, you held me captive by your smile. Maybe you didn’t notice me but I was there staring at you ‘till you slowly vanished from my sight. But you don’t know I was there because you weren’t looking.
I was looking at you. I remember the time when I saw you again, you were so happy and it made me lose my sanity. Then, I came to know that you found the love of your life. She is pretty and smart and I am nobody compared to her. I felt a stab to my heart as you two were hand in hand. I was hurt but you don’t know because you weren’t looking.
I was looking at you. I looked at you when you sing songs that is full of emotions and sentiments. I listened to you so dearly. To the words you uttered, to the strings you plucked and to the sound you make. You don’t know how you made me smile just by hearing your voice because you weren’t looking.
I was looking at you. I looked at you as you dance to your heart’s content. Your dance is so graceful that I can’t afford to look away. Every step you take and every move you make makes me want to look at you more. I know I’m not the one you are trying to impress but you don’t know what I felt just because you weren’t looking.
I was looking at you. You didn’t know that I looked at you first before your name was known by everyone. You are now in the midst of a crowd that loves you and I just become one of them. You are now out of my league. You don’t know how proud I am. And how said I am.
I was looking at you. I look at you as you walked through the streets with people around you laughing and smiling. Joy filled my heart when I saw those happy eyes and smiles. Then I thought, why can’t I be one of those reasons why you smile? Of course I know the answer, it’s because you weren’t looking at me.
I was looking at you but you weren’t looking at me. No….wait. You finally looked at me for the first time. But you just looked at me, not through me. You looked at me as some kind of stranger that you met in the avenue. You still don’t know me or what I feel or what my emotions are because you weren’t looking through me.
In the end, I’m still the only one looking at you because you still weren’t looking at me.