Monday, May 21, 2007
It was not love at first sight although when they accidentally brushed each other along the 25th NYC transit going to Queensbridge, the two, as if struck with a magical love spell, stood there between a diverse amount of weary faces, dazed, and more so dumbfounded. Magnetic glances were exchanged between the two strangers for a good amount of time; neither tried to initiate a conversation even though their irrevocable glance expressed too little, apart from the admiration of the other's amorous eyes. The two managed to give a faint smile after fifteen minutes, however. Although this action still was not enough for these two people to leave each others accidental company, happily...or even acquire each other phone numbers, until after they had yet again unboarded the train to the same door, at the same time. Came out laughing, the strangers, as they might have been that day, alas, rambled through and finally spoken--the stop at Queensbridge was their own start, as strangers who happened to think they have found their own fairy-tale of love at first sights.
Alex reminisced all of their memories: that day in Queensbridge Station, their three loving years together after that, and how now, everything must come to an end and part as strangers just like they were on that Subway. He profoundly let her go to be with someone believed she love, rather than lusted within an hour in a public transportation. At first, Alex was horribly heartbroken and resisted love's bitter reality while he attempted to win her back although after nth times of trying, he withdraw and accepted his love's destined calvary. Alex was sure of his affections and understand clearly that if he truly love her, he must let her go. And so that Wednesday, the same day of the week they met each other three years ago, Alex drove to the Queensbridge subway station to bid her goodbye. Jess didn't tell Alex where she was going; Alex on the other hand, didn't even bother to ask at all--he was giving her away freely and thought that was all that matter.
Lonely sighs both ruled them that morning. Nobody said anything as they stood there in the dimly lighted underground station, awkward, patiently waiting for the sub to completely break the three years of memories they have created. When the subway approached, Jess abruptly hugged him although Alex just stood there, like a zombie who just lost his soul, immovable, pale, although globes of water was tearing away. All along, Jess looked back before entering the railway despite how Alex was still as if standing outside, soaking in a pouring rain. After a minute or so, she was gone similar to a boxed of faded memories coated with dust, unabash.
They haven't seen each other then; it has been 5 years since they parted and it is just now that Alex decide to dig in deep through the box of memories they have had and read the letter Jess gave him that Wednesday, today, which also happens to be Wednesday. He is hoping to see a long, sentimental letter although only find this in the middle of a pink stationary unruffled with a sweet pea smell:
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
with a little note along with it:
I'm sorry to leave you like this. I am not in love with another man. But i believe that if we truly are meant for each other, destiny will find its way to meet us up again. I will always love you.
Amaze, he sits on his basement for hours regretting why he did not read the letter right there and then on that subway station. He remembers what he wrote to her (and ironically was also from the same song):
Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles
And coming back as we are
when a female voice approaches him, coming down the stairs, "Honey, what are you doing down here?"
"Oh, uhm..." still dumbfounded he lied saying "...nothing. Just looking for my baseball cards," and he immediately put away the box, afraid that his fiancee will see it.
"Come here, you silly goose. They're in our bedroom," she said teasingly.
*Lyrics from Coldplay's The Scientist
Labels: amour, FICTION, le musique
My mind's unweaving/ 7:55 PM
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