Forgive me for being bashful, it's just how I am. I'm concerned for the both of us, you know.

But I regret that you'll never know that, for a space of two minutes, you were one of the most precious things in my mind and in my eyes. The chatter of the restaurant meant nothing; a boy gazed at you with longing eyes. I wonder did you notice. It doesn't matter I suppose. I doubt you'll think about me anymore, but you will linger in my mind at least for the rest of the day, and all the regret and all the wonder attached to you. Pretty and slender, dressed in your simple black uniform. It was best that I saw you this way, so that I could focus on the softness of your face, the soft brown in your eyes, and the odd but cute way the tip of your nose was formed.

Our interaction consisted of nothing but the exchange of plastic cards, cordial thank you's and nods. It left me wanting more - so much more. It's always like that: never enough.

If only you'd granted me one day to know you better, one day to hold your hand for just one time. At least, then, there wouldn't be regret.