I just want to tell you, that if I hadn’t met you I think I would still be in a shit place. So thank you.
September 24, 2011
I’ve known him long before. A stranger I see couple of times, though I wasn’t too obvious from afar that I was lingering my half-lidded eyes on him everytime he’d pass by the place. I was secretly observing, pretending I was invisible. Most of the time I would pay attention to his ignorance and enigmatic act, seeking to capture a few moments of how he does things like no one’s watching. He’s akin to a silent movie, watching him move and laugh without a sound. His face and his name were the things I’ve familiarized myself so well and somehow kept me diverted soon enough. But then it was nothing in my fearless hopes to go far beyond that. It was plain and simple; I had a boyfriend, and he was single. I was minding my own and he had his concerns. I was unstable and he was nonchalant, and I was gawky, and I think he’s handsome, and I felt like I never really existed in his world. The possibilities never crossed my mind.
But he was there, about two meters away. He was smiling at me and I was smiling back. It wasn’t an illusion caused by the haze of a drunken hour, I was pretty sure of that. It was unexpected. It was rare and unbelievable, that we were eye to eye for the shortest nanoseconds which felt like a moment. Strange and wonderful as it seemed, I suddenly felt gravity was not holding me down anymore. I was enchanted by the way he released me. And then just like that, I found myself lost in space.
