EATING ON the second floor of a fastfood..
The boy on our left side stared at the nothingness and thinking of I don’t know. He doesn’t know I’m looking at him.
Then I veered my head downward where I saw the night lights of the streets..
The girl crossing the street was focused on the vehicle before her and heading to I don’t know. She doesn’t know I’m looking at her.
The man buying a cake for whom or for what, I don’t know. He doesn’t know I’m looking at him.
The group of students walking and laughing, what they are laughing for nor why, I don’t know. They don’t know I’m looking at them.
The couple, holding hands, they’re couple and it’s obvious but who are they and what they’re thinking of, I don’t know. They don’t know I’m looking at them.
I saw them. Look at them. Stare at them for a moment. Think of what they are thinking. But I don’t know their story nor did they know mine.
This is a good example of, I can say, we only know one side of the story.
Little did I know someone was looking at me.
I smiled at the thought that while I was busy looking at others and reading what’s running on their mind, someone was also busy looking at me. I veered my head and saw his face with a smile painted on it. And those eyes of him darted to me.. For a moment I thought he’s familiar, I thought I knew him, but I didn’t know him at all.
Maybe he was also thinking of what I’m thinking. Well I only know my side, not his.
We only know one side of the story.