It was five months ago, that I first saw you. I had a long day and had decided to eat my lunch in the park that day. It was just random decision that to this day, I don 't regret. I was sitting on one of the benches across the way, just about done with my food when something caught my eye. The scorching sun was shining down on the whole plaza, its rays reflecting off a silver watch, making it glint in the sunlight. I was squinting my eyes in its direction and when my eyes adjusted, I was able to see clearly. That 's when I saw you. You were sitting down on the edge of the fountain, your nose stuck in a book. You were always reading, something I would come to figure out. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky is what you had decided
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Even in places I knew you wouldn 't be in. It was strange how a person I barely knew started making an impact in my daily life. I often found myself smiling whenever I saw that something in the book made you laugh or smile. It made me want to know what was so funny about that book. So every book I saw you with, I went out to buy it. You read a different book every day and I as a slow reader, never could catch up to you. But I still bought every single one nonetheless. And this is how it went over the following months. Until that last month. The last time I ever saw you. We were back at the park, you at your usual seat and me on the bench as always, but something happened that day. I was in the middle of reading 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher, when I looked your way and to my surprise, you were looking back at me. There you were, smiling at me. I couldn’t help myself, I had to smile back. That was the first time I ever saw your face fully and I quickly jotted down everything about you. Your thick black curls, your bright blue eyes, your rosy cheeks. It was amazing how I had seen you every day, but I had yet to actually see you. You had placed your book down beside you and were studying your surroundings. After a few minutes of admiring the trees, you looked at me again and gave me a small smile. Then you got up and left. I was so shocked that you had actually seen me that I didn’t notice you left your book behind. I quickly when to grab it, intending to return it to you but you had already disappeared. I sat down at your spot and studied your book. It was The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I opened it delicately, as if it was a precious artifact. To my surprise, there was a letter addressed to me. It had never occurred to me that you had seen me. I, like you, had always been invisible. It seemed logically that the two nobodies would have seen each other. But this letter was proof of it. You
Even in places I knew you wouldn 't be in. It was strange how a person I barely knew started making an impact in my daily life. I often found myself smiling whenever I saw that something in the book made you laugh or smile. It made me want to know what was so funny about that book. So every book I saw you with, I went out to buy it. You read a different book every day and I as a slow reader, never could catch up to you. But I still bought every single one nonetheless. And this is how it went over the following months. Until that last month. The last time I ever saw you. We were back at the park, you at your usual seat and me on the bench as always, but something happened that day. I was in the middle of reading 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher, when I looked your way and to my surprise, you were looking back at me. There you were, smiling at me. I couldn’t help myself, I had to smile back. That was the first time I ever saw your face fully and I quickly jotted down everything about you. Your thick black curls, your bright blue eyes, your rosy cheeks. It was amazing how I had seen you every day, but I had yet to actually see you. You had placed your book down beside you and were studying your surroundings. After a few minutes of admiring the trees, you looked at me again and gave me a small smile. Then you got up and left. I was so shocked that you had actually seen me that I didn’t notice you left your book behind. I quickly when to grab it, intending to return it to you but you had already disappeared. I sat down at your spot and studied your book. It was The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I opened it delicately, as if it was a precious artifact. To my surprise, there was a letter addressed to me. It had never occurred to me that you had seen me. I, like you, had always been invisible. It seemed logically that the two nobodies would have seen each other. But this letter was proof of it. You