The Notebook

By Jerry

I am waiting for him again, him that guy with brown eyes who made me wait for him everyday in this beautiful café without knowing… yes he…. I met him 2months ago, no!! I bumped to him actually that was our first encounter, where he helped me to pickup my books and those 10seconds were the most beautiful seconds of my life…..

when I saw him clearly his beautiful brown eyes, which captivated my heart with the different feeling i don't know, his beautiful lips which had the most beautiful smile and his cute round nose which had red tint of Embarrassment when he bumped to me who says it is love at first sight?? It took me 10 seconds to fall for him…

Those 10seconds were enough for me to come to this café everyday, to adore him from afar, to stare at him for hours while he does his work on his that black long notebook….

 It is 2 months alread, be never noticed me staring at him because whenever he move his eyes away from his that black long book…                                                                                                 I always looked away, I had a fear he might caught me staring at him..

I am waiting for him today too and its raining, my attention was diverted to the café door when I saw him enter while holding his bag with same messy hairs he was wearing blue jeans with white t-shirt, he went to sit at his usual place, four tables away from mine...  

He ordered his black tea without sugar and two chocolate brownies he orders that everyday he likes brownies a lot but who drink tea without sugar??

He again started to write or draw something on his that black notebook idk what he does or write there, that he forgets whole world world around him…

I am jealous of that black notebook which has his whole attention all over it but he never looked at me, again after two hours he left and i got up too…

 Its my daily routine to stare at him from afar…but today I caught something familiar on his table, which was his that same black notebook, he must have forgot that…

I took that book in my hand and stared at it…after fighting with myself for 10minutes whether to open it or not finally I opened it and what I saw made my lips to curve into a beautiful smile as I grinned widely…..

it was me, he drew me…so for hours he always used to draw  me, and  I was jealous of this notebook, where he had beautiful portraits of mine….

So by sitting here for hours he used to draw me…his whole notebook was filled with my portraits but in each I was smiling, so he did noticed me…maybe...                                                He always stared at me whenever  I looked away…

By Jerry