There was
something really shocking yet interesting happened on June 4th. So here the story began...
I was accompanying a friend of
mine to a movie shop somewhere near our boarding house. I had no business over
there so I decided to just sit on a couch and started to operate my phone
whatsoever. There was this guy, sitting in front of a computer before me, in
his black shirts and blue-gray jeans, with glasses and not-so-long and dense
hair, copying some movies into his hp flash
disk which is accidentally the same as mine, and I was freakishly happy of that stupid coincidence. There is
nothing wrong with the guy except he, again, accidentally has some similarities
in physical appearance with someone I used to know the previous day. I couldn’t
believe of what I saw, at first. I once got an exact gigantic heart attack
inasmuch as I thought he was ‘him’! first, I looked at his left hand, because that is the only one side
of his hand I could see, and
I thought, “I think I have
seen that hand before” which is stupid how can there is just one particular shape of hands in the
world? Then I started to glare to the top of his body, his face. No, I couldn't
see enough of his face to take a conclusion that he is ‘him’ since he was
staring at the computer’s monitor, not at me. But my observation didn’t stop
there. I looked at his hair;
oh my God it was just like the one ‘he’ got! Maybe 85% of similarity because
what ‘he’ got is a little bit darker. Then I started to feel more and more of
heart beat. I hardly breathed. This
was absolutely addictive. The more I observed, the more amount of bizarre
thoughts—that made me feel much more like a professional spy—fulfilled my mind.
I don’t actually know what I’m
talking about, but that doesn't really have any significant impacts to the
story, so don’t mind it. Back to the story, Gentlemen. Okay,
ouch, he glared at me. It looked
like he noticed that I was observing him for what must had been a solid minute. I immediately stared at my phone as soon as I saw
him looking at me. “What the heck! Please, don’t leave so soon” I said to
myself with my thumb swiped over the phone’s screen. Then he looked back at the
monitor and started to find other movies to copy. Although I was looking at my
phone and looked like I’m busy with something in it, yet I could see him
through the very end of my eyes now that he was so close in front of me. I began my observation again. He was
devastatingly cute, even cuter than the original I have mentioned—‘he’. I had
no idea how was this coming up to my day. This totally made my afternoon!
My friend had just finished with her movies and she stood up then paid the
charges. She gave me sort of an eye that said “I’m done. We can go now” and I
gave her such a glance that said “are you kidding me? Are you saying that I’m
about to leave this super cute guy with my thoughts about him hanging
unanswered? Are you fucking out of your mind?” but that all just pretty much
useless. I took off my ass of the couch so heavily like I was glued, then I put
my bag on my left shoulder and left the shop. I walked down the street with
half of me was still sitting on that couch staring at him excitedly and the
other was here putting one leg to another while my friend kept talking to me
whichever I didn't know what she was saying. Could I stay there just a little
bit longer. Or, could I meet him on another day.
