Smile c",)

He makes me smile. I know at some point in his meager presence he had achieved that feat. I rarely look at strangers much more smile back at them. Even my friends might have noticed my unusual behavior a couple of times when I unintentionally shun away out of shyness or humility of some sort. :) I'd rather call myself aloof. Once a loner, always a loner, that's me.

But the stranger made contact. Ironically our gazes meet in the least expected times. Stationed at opposite ends and distant floors, I would never have known. I stood up and loitered a little surprised to see him passing by me casting his eyes on mine! Or was I too presumptuous? I look away pretending not to care and to connect but a smile had already carved itself across my face - a widely stretched one up to the ears.

A thought came to me. It was of the message he left for me on one of my sites. It was the sign. This boy was reaching out. This boy of a man I hardly know was eager to message me. Hmmm"¦ and I just thought in silence.

Then the eyeballs were quick to notice as if radars were attached to them. There I was squirming like a kid, giggling my way into the private room, acting like I did more than a decade ago. I felt young again and I somehow seem to have treasured the instance, that spur of the moment feeling, but never nurtured it. It was to pass. Nevertheless, I was glad it swept me for a while. Thanks for making me smile!