From Across the Room

Do you ever think something is too beautiful to touch?
You just think you’ll ruin it.
It won’t ever be the same.
Can this be true about a person?
A person who looks so perfect as is, you’re afraid to approach that person, talk to that person, even smile at that person.
Imagine a boy.
He has black hair that falls over his eyes.
And you think, that’s a shame.
He has beautiful eyes.
The deepest blue eyes you could find, with rings of green. So unique. So amazing.
He loves reading, loves poetry, painting.
He loves being alone.
He’s such an odd boy.
His style…you can tell he doesn’t care what other people think.
And you love the way he dresses.
He loves writing.
And you only know this because you glance at him everyday as you sit down for lunch, next to your friends. Next to your enemies.
He always sits alone.
But you can’t walk up to him.
No matter how hard you try, how much you want to, you can’t force yourself to do it.
What if you walk over, talk to him, as no one else does, and he changes.
He changes all his perfection.
All his mystery.
And when you pass him in the halls, you want to shout out to him.
What is his name?
Does he talk at all?
What is he reading?
What is he writing?
And a guy like that deserves a better introduction.
Something more creative than to just walk up.
Pretend you have no creativity.
You can’t even think about the possibility of talking to him.
So that’s plans done.
And…
You can’t help but wonder, does he ever notice you?
You don’t think so.
But picture yourself in a study hall. You’re seated alone.
Out of nowhere, you see him walking gracefully toward your table.
For a second, he just stares at you.
He sits in the next seat over, opens his spiral bound notebook, then turns to you.
And he says the simple word you’ve wanted to say to him for so long…
“Hello.”