we made eye contact. I smiled but he didn't. Perhaps he was waiting for someone else and deep down i knew that the 'someone else' can never be me. I went back at the hall and saved a seat for myself. My eyes were searching for him and there he was sitting in the front line. I was looking at him in the hope that he'll notice me. My heart couldn't Stop asking me "was it worth confessing ?"
He went on the stage. He began to sing with that voice, the voice that can make anyone fall in love. The voice, in which i found my comfort, my peace. The voice, i can never be tired of hearing.
But
I knew that those lines were not meant for Me.
