Faces:

We look at faces everyday, at all times. I get on the bus and I see them. I get off, and there are some more. The streets are full of anonimous faces. Some are nice, and remind me of someone familiar. Some others just call my attention for no reason, but they make me company until they are gone from my eyes and replaced by new ones. I´m used to see faces, but when I saw yours, I saw something different. Your eyes were brown, wide open and with long eyelashes. Your mouth was a little open, and I think you were singing some melody. You were coming directly to where I was, and suddenly you saw me. I think you smiled and I simply got unable to keep on walking. I knew that you wanted me to move, but I couldn´t, I don´t know why. You put your hand softly on my arm and I reacted. As part of my apologise I smiled too, but I felt a blush on my face and I started to walk quickly, almost running.
I turned around just to see if by any chance you were still looking at me, but you weren´t. In fact, it took me a while to locate you again, this time lost in the middle of the crowd.
Then I understand that I had meant to you the same that all these unfamiliar faces mean to me everyday. I wish you knew that I haven´t forgotten you since. I wish you knew that you are not an anonimous face to me.