Light me up.

**'hey, we need a lighter, do you have one?'
'no, do you?'
'no... we have to buy one'
'yeah... who's buying it?'
'i don't know'

after this was said, someone handed them a lighter. a total stranger. someone they had never EVER seen before. yes, that was me. the beautiful girl who needed the lighter was you. the place was a small bar in a city by the coast, less than 2 blocks away from the beach. you were a little shorter than me, black longish hair, hazel eyes with black eyeliner, the cutest smile i have ever seen and two nose rings. one on each side. too cute to be real. you took the lighter and i turned my back to you. i don't know why i did this, all i wanted was to talk to you, look at you, but i turned my back. stupid, huh? can't tell you how much i wanted to turn back time so i wouldn't do this. but i can't, and i did. i think the girl with you was pretty, i'm pretty sure she was, but i don't remember her. i didn't even look at her. in that exact moment, at that exact place, my world was you. everything i could think about was you. the girl standing behind me, holding a cigarette and a lighter. MY lighter, i may add. behind me, because i turned my back at her. you, i mean. and there i was, killing me inside to turn back and start a conversation or something like that. why not ask your name? yes, i didn't. maybe ask your phone number? no, that would be too forward. ask you 'hey, you come here often? how come i didn't see you before?' but no, i just turned my back. i always do this. i always turn my back to what i want. and that day wouldn't be different. and it wasn't. suddenly, i felt a hand touching my shoulder. YOUR hand. you gave me back my lighter and said 'thank you'. you were smiling, i remember. i remember every inch of your face. i remember the sound of your voice. you said 'thank you' and all i could do was whisper back 'you're welcome'. and you're really welcome. i said that and you walked away. and i stood there recording every moment of our little interaction. i just stood there while you walked away and i didn't even knew your name. and i knew i wouldn't ever see you again. seeing you was a one-time-only experience and i totally wasted it. while you walked away i put back my red lighter into my pocket. yes, i also remember it's colour. red. red as your mouth? yes, red as my blood rushing through my veins making my heart beat faster while you walked away. while i was losing you, just letting you go. what could i do? you were too good for me. you ARE too good for me. 'and i'll never see you again, i'm sure' i thought.

i still have that red lighter. yes, i never used it again. by the way, do you wanna hear the funny part? i don't actually smoke. that's the only lighter i've ever had. the lighter that reminds me of you. **