I saw sadness in her eyes on the day we first met. I didn’t like it.
It bothered me so much that I tried to reach to her notwithstanding hurting others, or deceiving myself. In short a time, I had to catch some dear time to plunge in and get out knowing this girl. I had to. Until I knew, I already caught her attention.
Each day we meet, I made her smile, and that feels great. I am beginning to see some colors within her vision-device. Turning back to my first glimpse at her, I stopped and stumbled to catch her eyes smiling at mine. Oh gee, there was everything. I saw her gradually change, and I don’t know. I still see something in her eyes. It wasn’t that unexplainable sadness that I saw. There was this certain mystery, something I had to discover.
Until I started to get to know her, I was certain that I am on the right track into ascertaining that mystery. How could I make things easier? I thought, I had to do things in simple ways. Sometimes, silence became my ineffective tool in making those eyes express anything. I want to see what’s within. I won’t stop until I discover. I laugh, I smiled and she did the same thing. I told her crazy stories, she listened, and she gave me heart-melting stares that I can’t explain. I held her hands and felt her eyes telling me somewhat, or something that words wouldn’t express. I got so astonished. It just made me realize I wasn’t looking at her eyes anymore! I just knew it.
She was the girl I saw, I gaped upon and discovered. And now I am very sure she wasn’t sad that time…
And I know I liked it!
>>Note: Originally written in my notebook on July 29, 2002. Just refreshing innocent memories. 
