stop&stare

It is rude to stare. I know that. But i could NOT not stare when i saw this guy who i thought was YOU.

I saw a 50-something-looking woman obviously waiting for someone. And oh, she looked like your mom. My crazy mind was saying that it was YOU she was waiting for. So i also waited for the one she was waiting for, hoping to get a glimpse of YOU again. I was situated someplace where the woman would not see me looking at where she was looking at. And then I saw this guy, wearing handsome-looking eyeglasses and he was coming closer to the woman who looked like your mom. That was why i thought he was YOU.

But he was not YOU. I looked closely and when my becoming-poor eyesight could not prove what I was seeing, I looked even closer. That's when the guy caught me staring. And that was when I realized he was not YOU. The guy was fairer-skinned, taller, slimmer and better-looking than YOU. And if the guy was YOU, I would have averted my gaze quickly because YOU caught me staring, and I would not want to be caught staring, especially by YOU.

No one can know about YOU. YOU are probably my biggest secret. I have always been truthful about things, but never when it concerns YOU. I wonder why it's always been YOU. *sigh*