The ghost with green eyes...
"Remember, the only things that are real are the ones you can put into words. For exemple, I can ask you a simple question: Do you love her?"
"Yes, that is not a question."
"Ok, but do you really love her?"
He seemed a bit surprised. I could see that he didn't understand my question, how could he? He was just craving for an ilusion, a ghost. There is nothing more painful than fall for a ghost and believe that she is there. It is a continuos fight with the world. With yourself, especially.
"See, there is a big difference. If someone asked me if I really loved someone, I would say "no". At least for now. But that doesn't mean I don't love them. It is a a big difference."
"But I don't understand." His voice showed his surprise. "How can you tell?"
"It is not so simple, but there are signs. Please, tell me about her. The most beautiful memory that you have."
"I saw her one day on the street. Red hair, dressed all in black, making his body even thinier. It was not like all the other girls that you see passing by you. They all have the same...format, let's say. But she...she was different. Maybe for others wasn't, you know, but for me she was. For a moment our eyes meet. Those beautiful breathtaking green eyes, that we all wish for in silence. I have never seen such a gorgeous green. Not even in spring. Well, maybe she was spring. I am sure she didn't notice me, at least not as I noticed her. She was too busy to change the song on her phone. I looked after her while she went forward. But I couldn't wait. I had to catch the bus. All that day I was distracted, I thought of everything I could have said to make her stop and just look at me. But it wouldn't have been right. You can't just stop people on the street. So after I finished my classes, I went to a cafe, where I usually drink my coffee. I needed a distraction, so I bought a coffee, even if it was evening and then I went for a walk. A long one I have to say. It was already dark and I wasn't home yet. I was walking in the park, looking at the lake, enjoying the atmosphere. It was a clear night. I could see the moon reflecting in the lake. Then, from nowhere, I was some lights. What could I have done than go there and see what was happening?
And so I did. And there she was. Taking pictures. To the lake. The moon. The nature. What a beautiful image was for me, seeing her in the middle of the nature, practically finding herself in all that beauty. I contemplated her without saying a word. I was afraid I could scare her and I didn't want to interrupt her work. But it looked like she had a different opinion.
"Can you help me with something?" She said and her voice made me shiver.
"Yes, of course. What can I do?" I tried to look confident and not impressed.
"Could you please stay near the lake, wtih your back at me, so I can take a picture of you and the lake and the moon...You know...like..."
"I understood." I said smiling and I turned around."But I am not such a good model."
"You are perfect, don't worry. We are all models in our life, even for a moment."
"I have never thought about that. I haven't imagined myself as a model."
"Well, you haven't, but a photographer finds models everywhere. You have no idea when someone took a picture of you, just because it created the perfect image in his mind. It is even more interesting to catch people in their daily activities, not when they know. It is spontanious and it gives a sense of truth. And nowadays everybody is looking for the truth."
"I can't dissagree with you here. We are all looking for something in the end."
"What are you looking for?"
"A sense of life. A meaning. Someone who understands me."
"No one will ever understand you. Not completely. We are all alone in here and we have to learn to deal with this."
"Have you found out yet?"
"No. And I don't know if we are able to, because I know that we will always be looking for something. Something more. But it is ok. You can turn around now. Thank you so much, for posing for me." She said amused.
"It was all my pleasure. I have made a dream come true. To be a model."
"Which you have never known you had. Until now."
"Exactly." She was right. She could see through me.
"Well, I am glad I could help. That was also my dream. To make someone's dream come true. So, it was something new for me, too."
I smiled and she smiled back. I looked into her eyes and made me wonder whether she was real or not.
"I have to go now. Some other stories are waiting for me. Nice to meet you here." She said being ready to leave.
"Wait. Will I ever meet you again?"
"Do you really want to know the answer?" And she left and I looked at her since I couldn't see her anymore and than I found myself in my bed and the clock was ticking and it was time to go to college. And I still can't forget that."
He seemed so touched, so distracted by that. But it was my duty to talk to him. To tell him.
"My dear, those dreams don't make you feel good. Let's try to remediate them, don't you think?"
"But it wasn't a dream, I know I met her. I know I saw her there in the park."
"And even it it was, you couldn't be with her."
"Why?"
"Because you could never really love her."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because if that had been true, you would have known the answer by now."
