She doomed herself to be an outsider.
She was on the bus to school, a typical, venezuelan, crowded bus.
And she saw him.
Not too tall, kind of broody and dark, but not emo and not depressed.
He just had an aura about him, being so serious and looking into space, not really looking at anything, kind of suspended.
And she wanted to know what was going on in his head, what he was thinking.
She noticed a lot of things.
The scar on his face, she wanted to know what was its story.. and she imagined herself randomly asking what was the scar from... but she didn't.
His "hat" which reminded her of old happy times, and the fun she'd had with hats like that on other people.
The hole in his shirt, a green shirt, and the fact that it didn't look too worn, or too new.. it was just right, like he was used to it, or just didn't care much about it.
His shorts, and his hairy legs.. she'd have lots of fun pulling on them.
His eyes.. they were dark, but very pretty as eyes go.
His lips were normal.. she liked looking at lips, she usually liked them not too thick and not too thin, just right to kiss.
He opened his mouth at some point.. and she noticed he had a crooked tooth.
She enjoyed that.
But she didn't talk to him.
Instead she made this game on her head... she had to outwalk him.
She usually walked fast, and always enjoyed leaving crowds behind as she came into her school.
But she noticed he did too, and she liked him more for it.
But she was a proud one, this girl, and years of walking with her parents had prepared her for this moment.
So she crossed the street, and his path, just steps ahead.
But he walked on.
She crossed him again, still a few steps ahead of him, and she was happy, smiling to herself.
He still walked close behind, but never could outwalk her (Boy, she was loving her lovely, comfy, rugged shoes now).
She felt him, still close behind her.
He took another path and she crossed him one last time.
She then saw him greeting and sitting with some friends.
And she walked over to her work, to another day.
She questioned the moon that night, but she wasn't provinding much answers, as usual.
She knew the answers were there, she just didn't want to see them at that point.