Short Story

"I think you might like this, so I bought it for you,"

That warm smile, sweetened with sincerity and transparent feelings.
He was such a good looking lad, my eyes admitted that fact.

In flashes, I was looking at someone with glasses.
A smile with a small space between the front teeth.

"Your vision is perfect,"

He laughed.

"Why, all of sudden?"

I shook my head. Telling him it's nothing.

Rupi Kaur. A famous poet. I had always wanted to buy her books, but when it was payday I would always look for Lang Leav's.

He knew it was Lang Leav for me.

"You always read Rupi Kaur's?"

I nodded. He wouldn't know I lied. Because I had tried, my very best. To be the best of me in front of him.

"But the best won't lie,"

That was when I knew, no matter how hard I tried to be myself in front of this guy, I could never do it.

That was why he could never know me, for who I really am.

In flashes, I would see someone who loved the colour he would never dare to try: pink.
In flashes, I would see someone so tall and his broad shoulders would always get in my view.
In flashes, I would see someone in flannels and not sweaters.

In flashes, I would see someone else, and it's not the guy in front of me.

This empty space was not meant for him.

- James Arthur, Empty Space