imaginary love

can it be? why does his head feel like a puddle in which u throw a rock... and every wave is shaking every inch of his brain? every time she looks at him... he turns away. those eyes.... he begins to look at those eyes with such a fear... "but fear of what? what am i so afraid of?" he asks himself that every night... every day... every minute. "i am so drawn to that look...". he thought that this would just go away if he could avoid her. but he realized... that was impossible. he sees her every day, at the same hour, on the same bus... it's like... they share the same schedule, the same life. "time... what a sneaky fucker..." he says to himself. but on that particularly day... he woke up with only one thought in his mind... to talk to her... to overcome his childish fear. he feels that it's taking forever.... but the bus eventually comes... and he eventually sees her... he makes his way to the end of the bus and all of the sudden she turns around... that face... he tries to say something... "hi... see... you'll probably think that i am crazy, but...." the old lady standing next to him gently grabs his shoulder... "excuse me... who are you talking to?" he turns to her... those eyes were tearing holes in him once more...