Weaving through
the seams of people who all had a sense of direction; seeing everybody laughing
aggravated me inside and I’d just go home after my tests, plugged into my
music, avoiding people and hoping I wouldn't bump into anyone I know.
I saw you
one of those days and you did a double take at me that lifted something in me,
tugged at the corners of my lips and made me smile, just a little.
We were
waiting at the lifts, not one word exchanged.
“Alright then, this is it. I am not going to
see you again.”
And that
was it. That day was enough to fill me up, it made me feel a little strange
within but I felt less than hollow. It
was enough. I hadn't expected much.
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