Ms. Sushi
Perfect pair of legs, straight hair, well-kept, tidy, flawless skin with the most captivating pair of green eyes-that is my love.
The first time I saw her, was right across the road.
We have been living opposite each other for over four years now.
Someday, she'll notice me.
I've tried very hard, you know, I try to catch up but she's quite the sprinter. For god's sake, I even eat whatever she eats!
I'm not really fond of fish. Fish is this lifeless, colorless, boring piece of flesh. The most dependent of them all. You've got to color it, decorate it, give it some tinge and then it really tastes good.
I'd say I try much harder than a piece of fish.
Nonetheless, I gulp it down just like she does. She keeps going to this over-rated sushi bar every Tuesday night. So, I tag along too. I don't get my hands on the sushi much, so I just stay in a corner and look at her.
Grabbing the sushi right off the plate and into the mouth; she eats it with no style.
I do the same.
This one day, I felt something strange. It was Tuesday, I was at the Sushi Bar and I saw her getting really close to this one guy.
I can't describe in words what I felt, but I'll try.
Hot, it was definitely hot. Sweat dripped all over my face. The dead fish chuckled from the counter, internal bleeding, I think.
My heart started beating really fast, pumping blood to my veins, my hands, nose, charging me with so much force. My heart wants vengeance.
'Disgusting..'
I leaped at the guy. I don't know what happened next but I scared her off. I was thrown out of the bar. Kicked around a few times. She never turned, just ran away.
I covered my eyes.
I watch her everyday. Wait for her, even keep track of where she goes and whom she meets.
She is angry with me, I know it.
I slump on my bed and look across the street. She reaches home, alone. Fixes her hair. She doesn't even need a mirror.
And I think to myself, 'If only cats wore jewels..'