I saw you again today. It's not like I'm doing this on purpous. Bumping into you almost everyday, it just kind of happens. I'm thinking about you a lot. You know... about your eyes, how they sparkle whenever you see my photo, how they become so small, squeezed when you smile. But not that fake smile you give politely to people you pass. That true one, with your teeth showing and your cheeks becoming round. Its selfish but I know I can be the cause of this smile. I know this just because you said it out loud. You don't even imagine how hapoy I was after hearing those words.

I saw you again today. You were on your phone scrolling in the internet, your fingers quickly responding to texts and putting your hair back in order from time to time. That hair, you always get mad at because it wouldn't stay in place like you want it to, even though I think it lookisgood. You start to curse at them swear words leaving your mouth faster than light. I got used to it, no matter if you curse in public or in your own room, those words can't sound bad to me as they are said with your voice. People won't expect me to be o cheesy but I just can't help it, as your voice is only thing that can calm me down even after a tough day, it shows me all the hard work is worth it, just to make you squeel a bit when you hear my new song for the first time.

I saw you again today. You were crying. I wasn't very happy with myself as I wasn't there to hold you tight and tell you everything will be alright, to wipe the tears off your face and comfort you by simply being near. I don't even know what the cause of your tears was, but no one was around you, you never show your tears. It is killing me. Only tears that should be visible in your eyes are happy ones, like the day we meet. Do you cry often? I don't know, I want to find that out, I want to know you inside out being able to tell what's wrong by just one glance at your figure.

I saw you again today. You were looking at yourself angrily, pinching parts of your body. For some reason you compare yourself to all those stick thin stars and hate that you can't be like them. You look at your legs not being long enough, your stomach sticking out too much, your shoulders being too wide and your face too big. You were about to scream pulling hard on your hair. Later that day you pushed aside your dinner, thinking skipping meals will get you to look like girls on photos saved on your phone. Why can't you understand they're just products sold in markets, photoshopped so much even they can't reach their own standards.

You saw me again today. You listened to my songs, looked at my pictures, even shared some comments. I made you smile and forget about your flaws for a bit as you enjoyed watching my performance. But I can't be there with you, only way of us connecting is right here, right now. So please don't stop reading, I don't want to disappeare, to die in your mind like all other characters feom stories you have read. Not yet, please.