Out of Reach

I grew up prioritizing things that are more important than the fleeting feeling of admiration or the flutter of deep love. It has been an occasional question among my peers why I haven’t found someone that would occupy my mind and share moments with. I could only smile and respond how I usually do “Soon”, an answer they find almost repetitive and annoying. Ironically, I witnessed how they would crumble easily under the pressure of pleasing their partners, cry over the simple problems that would occur in their relationships or when they rant how they are not given the proper amount of attention like some sort of an attention starved puppies. I would sit through their long winded stories of how they spent it with their lovers, along with the dramatic interpretations they have out of jealousy. Honestly, its tiring and I find myself blocking out their voices more often than usual. Then again, what does an inexperienced person like me know but listen. …………. Unknowingly, in the midst of their lovesick chatter. My eyes caught onto her. The way her hair seems to sway against the wind, how her long lashes flutter whenever she blinks and those hands, oh how gracefully it moves. Then it struck me, the weird sensation of my heart beating more that it should. I tried glancing away but my eyes refuse to part from her figure. What is this? I asked myself. But no answer came up on my head. My brows furrowed in frustration before I resolved myself and stood up, leaving the place. Walking away, bypassing her. Pressing my palm over my chest, the fast beating of my heart is now more evident. For some reason I don’t like this uncharacteristic changes on me upon laying my eyes on her. If only I knew, that this fluttering feeling within me would turn into an unbearable throb.