The Moment

He was going somewhere.

At that time, I was talking to some of my friends. We were laughing about something I could not remember. But, still, my gaze fell upon him. When he tended to leave the room.

It was too crowded. The music almost made you hear nothing, except the vibe. The hilarious laugh, the excitement, the people dancing while talking. You only focus with what was in front of your eyes.

But I still saw him, walking off the room, trying to be unseen.

Why did I? Notice him, I mean. To be honest, I did not know. Maybe it was caused by how my heart suddenly being wild when he was near. Or by how his presence made my day much better. Or another stupid reason which become logical when you fell in love.

I was laughing. Really, I was. But my heart skipped a beat when I saw him leaving. The first thing that came to mind was approach him, asked where he was gonna go. Told him not to leave.

But I did not. I just... looked at him.

It was stupid, but for a second I hoped he turned his back, looked back at me, gave me that wide smile which become one of the reason I fell for him. But of course he did not.

As he left the room, I kept laughing with my friends, with some people that tried to attract my attention, with my struggle trying to be attracted by them. Sometimes I relieved how I could fake a laugh. People did not realize it. He would, but then he did not, because he was leaving.

I kept standing in my place. He kept going. But it made my list increase : what I want to ask you someday.