We both wore glasses. I was tall and fat. He was dark and lean. I often saw him in the corridor. Between classes. I would cast secret glances at him when I knew he wasn't looking. Not that he ever looked. I suppose he never noticed i existed. Tall, dark and lean guys dont have time for fat girls. There were always other girls. Girls with dimpled smiles and long hair. Girls with kohl-lined eyes and no glasses. I was surprised that I noticed him so much. Him and his dark eyes that made me think of deep oceans. Eyes that made me wish I was a poet or a painter so I could capture the intensity in them. Years have passed now. There are other guys now, guys who are interested and guys who are interesting. But sometimes, in the darkness, I still remember him. Him and his dark eyes. Eyes that used to gaze right through me ,as if I didn't exist.
