“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.”

-William Shakespeare 

She is the sun. You think she is perfect. No, you know she is perfect. The way her body flows to the delicate tunes of the famous composition “Giselle”. She was right in center stage, and easily out shined all the other dancers, who seemed as if they were originally meant to be used as backup. Her body twisting, her arms gently hugging the air above her head and she completed a marvelous pirouette.

*Snap*

You took a picture just as her body turned your way. Her eyes closed in concentration and her mouth half way open, revealing two small teeth biting into a plump, pink, bottom lip. A single hair escaped her tight, ribbon tied bun, and is now clinging to her cheek from sweat.

*Snap* 

Now you have caught her profile. She is standing on her toes. Her body twisting backwards, as if spineless, and the bright stage lights reflecting on her jet black hair.  One arm above her head, and the other just below her lower back, as if resting on a non-existent shelf.

You have just another minute to observe her before the dance will come to an end. You wish this single minute would last forever. Her caramel skin so beautiful as it elegantly glides through the room.

You only have time for one more picture before she will disappear from your watchful eyes. You raise your Canon D300S to be aligned with your eye, averting your gaze from her for less than a second.

*Snap*

The music ceased. The crowd clapped loudly. The dancers bowed, and scrambled off stage. A single suit-wearing man walked towards center-stage with a microphone in hand. He started reading from a small, white and crumpled piece of paper.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank you for joining us tonight at the dance recital of Julliard’s magnificently talented dance ensemble. Tonight marked the end of their first semester as students at Julliard University.

Now, after the show had ended, it is our tradition to grant our most extraordinary dancer the award of A Golden Star. After much consideration, we had decided the winner of the Golden Star, is none other than Ana Maria Romero!”

She walked slowly onto the stage, her small hands covering her mouth in shock, and her eyes are glazed with tears flowing in tracks down her cheeks.

*Snap*

It was her moment. It was your moment. Seeing your one true love in this state of euphoria awarded you the same feelings. You took picture after picture, in order to permanently mark this moment in your memory.

When she reached the suit-wearing man, he handed her the Golden Star trophy. She cried even harder.

*Snap*

She was handed the microphone. It is your lucky day. You couldn’t wait to hear her speak; you were sure her voice would be as perfect as the voice she uses in her dancing.

“I-I want to t-thank my wonderful t-teacher Mrs. James for he- helping me obtain this most valuable t-trophy.”

Even with her crying-induced stutter, her voice was still better than anything you could have imagined. It was smooth as velvet, but a little high; feminine. It was a little raspy, to give it a touch of sexiness. And when she pronounced her ’R’, you could detect a hint of a Latin accent.

How can one express the immense feeling one has for another human being? You don’t think there are words to describe your love to her.

You decide today was the day you will finally talk to her.

You bought her flowers in a small shop next to the theater, red roses to be exact; the flower of love. You went outside to the back door and waited until the dancers came out.

After about twenty minutes the door opened, and a group of fifteen young men and women stepped outside, chattering happily with each other. After a short search you located your love, and started walking towards her.

Suddenly, a young man in his twenties ran towards her and picked her up in his arms. He had a muscular built, while you were scrawny. He was tan, while you were as pale as a piece of paper. He had short, straight blonde hair that reminded you of a teen heart-throb movie star. But most importantly, he touched her and you did not. He made her laugh and you did not. He looked into her eyes while she looked into his, and you did not. He kissed her, and you did not.

She loves him, and she doesn’t even know you exist.