Her hand grazed her collection of eye shadows, finally resting on the silver one. She applied it to her lids with expert strokes.
She layered the mascara on, making sure that her lashes looked as long as possible.
Her make up was subtle, yet enough to warrant a second look from a man. Not just any man. Him.
She had her eyes on him for a while, watching his every move, not in a stalker-like fashion, but keeping her eye on him.
They’ve met before, each time with him showing interest in her and waning off. She was beginning to think she was wasting her time with him. But something inside her told her to stick with him. He was perfect.
Till one day, he called her. Asking to meet at a suburban bar, on a Friday night.
Finally, something. She thought. In the pits of her subconscious, she didn’t feel right about this meeting. But she was going thru with it anyway.
Here she was, getting ready. For him.
She got into her car, drove to the bar and waited. And waited. He was 30 minutes late.
She looked around for any sign of him, raising her eyes to the entrance ever so often. There was a man beside her, glancing at her by the sides of his eye. It was clear he fancied her. She had already refused his 2 offers of drinks, wanting to keep a clear head when she met him.
And there he was. Walking in with another woman in his arms. They seem to know each other well, hand-in-hand, looking cosy with each other.
Anger burned in her. She tried to catch his eye, but he was more focused with the woman at hand. When they did glance, he looked happy to see her, even with the other woman on his hand.
She couldn’t bear seeing them together like that. She turned away from him and to the man next to her. Asked him if he wanted to buy her a drink. He agreed. A strawberry daiquiri. They talked and she flirted with him.
He came up to her and sat down. Trying to say hello. All she gave him was a frigid stare and refused to talk to him. He tried to explain but she would not listen. The one time where she thought she had found The One, she was hit by cold reality.
He gave up and went away with his companion.
She was holding back the tears and went home after a few drinks.
The next day she received a letter under her door. It read:
I don’t know what I did to you last night that made you ignore me. I brought my sister along, I wanted to show her what a beautiful person you are and that I thought you were perfect for me. I know we haven’t known each other for long, but there is something special about you that I can’t put my finger on.
I know I might have stepped out of boundaries, but I was going to propose to you last night. I don’t know why but it just feels right.
But seeing you with the other man just broke my heart. I do not think I can bear the pain seeing you with him.
Clearly you do not feel the same way about me. I think it would be best if we do not see each other again.
Tears rolled down her cheek. How could she have acted so rash.
It was over.
