She 2 (Short Story) Poem by Hossam Qadry

I don't know what attracted me to her, the very first time I see her, yet I am so willing to talk to her, or at least stand close to her, she was standing alone with a shy look on her face as she didn't know many of the present people, so she took a walk by herself, I followed her like a teen, hiding behind anything so as not to let her see me watching her, we got away from the others, she stood beside a flowery bush smelling some of its roses, i decided to make my move, i went to her and was about to talk when all the words stopped in my throat and choked me, she panicked a little, so I waved to her not to go, tried hardly to spell it out, but something kept my mouth shut, felt like crying because I can't say it, and she looked at me so strangely, my heart was beating so strongly, she saw my eyes sprinkling with tears, so she reached her hand towards my face, but I took a step back, shaking my head with a No sign, then I ran back to where I came from, she tried to stop me but in vain, I was standing like a scared little child, didn't want her to come closer, didn't want her to see how weak I am, then when she came closer her friends came and took her away from me, I reached my hand to her, but still I didn't move from my place, i saw her reaching her hand too, but she disappeared between the faces, since then whenever i see her I wish to hold her, yet she goes farther and farther, but still she is... reaching her hand....