• "Who're you waiting for?" He asked me as he swung open the door from the next room, his green shirt attracting my eyes. "I'm waiting for a friend," I replied, leveling my eyes to his; sitting on the black broken couch in the hallway. "Ahh..." he gave me a smile, and time froze for a second: the green shirt froze with us. Wish it was longer. "Well, I'll go now," he greeted me goodbye, "sure, I'll see you later then." I said hesitantly. I wanted to take him up to the roof of the building where the sun rays danced playfully and show him my white house painted red on the handle bars, gate and around the roof, which stood quietly on the hill top. He and his green shirt would be the only things glimmering in my eyes in that dead, gray, lifeless rooftop. I wanted to feel the touch of his hands, the warmth as we were aloft and overlooking houses, trees and passing cars. But no. It was too late. He was already descending on the flight of stairs.

    My thoughts & body snapped back to reality, "do you have my shades?" I said to my friend when I saw her coming out from the bathroom. "Oh, uhm... not right now, I'll give it to you Saturday?" she said shyly.
    "Yeah, sure, but bring it okay?"
    "Yeah, I will, I'm so sorry!"
    "It's okay," I headed for the door. I glanced a smile at her and disappeared into the hallway.

    As I reached the first floor, with him and his green shirt on the back of my mind. I saw my friends and waved bye to them and continued to walk home. I then remembered seeing him walking the same way I did going home, before. But our paths forked at the corner where he would turned left and I, straight. Later, I was at the corner where he would be turning left, I realized this once again as I stood in the middle of the road. I turned my body to the left. I let the cars pass. I let the pedestrians pass. I let time pass, as my hopeful eyes scanned the sea of vehicles, people, and obnoxious noise. Then unexpectedly, the green shirt in the crowd on white & black shirts hit me like a falling star would hit the earth. But, it didn't hurt. I felt alive. I felt serenity. I felt the longing. It wasn't a concupiscent longing. No, it was more than that. Did I really, dare I say the word: love him? Or was this another swing of my hormones? I wanted to chase after him, chase him through the speeding cars and bikes and hold his shoulders, wrap myself around him and his green shirt, like the clinquant lights of the moon would embrace even the loneliest of flowers. But instead, I journeyed along the path which separated us. Looking back once just to witness the sight of him and his green shirt drowning in the sea of anonymous. He was then evanescent, then gone.