Two Strangers
I fall in love over and over again, every Tuesday.
We're strangers. Yet every Tuesday, our destinies become entwined for the brevity of an hour. For that hour, we almost cease to be strangers. Almost. Always mindful of each other's existence but never venturing beyond strangeness.
We meet on the bus to school occasionally on Tuesdays. And every time the bus pulls closer to her boarding stop, my heartbeat would quicken in anticipation.
"Will I meet her again this week?" I ask myself in the silly way I do every week.
It becomes a game I play with myself every week, to test the serendipity of our chance encounters. A little game to deceive myself in the thing we call Fate. How foolish I am.
And then I meet her again today. That fragile thing called Hope is revived and I cease to be rational once more.
She makes her usual small pensive steps to a seat behind me, and I catch her scent as she passes me by.
The warm glow of the morning sun permeates through the glass windows and into the cold interior of the bus, casting her visage on the glass pane in front of me ever so frequently.
She looks like a flower drenched in the rain. So beautiful yet so frail.
Her eyes betray a certain sadness I wish I can offer solace for. But we're still strangers in the end. Still impossible.
I find myself resisting the temptation to look at her reflection, and this was a battle I've never won and one I'll gladly lose every week. I find myself making only quick glances for the fear of her discovering me.
I reach out to touch her reflection sometimes, but the impossiblity of our proximity is almost unreal. The cold surface of the glass panel is a painful reminder of reality.
Ocasionally, a passing tree blocks out the sunlight and robs her from my vision momentarily. My heart flutters from her absence, only to be calmed moments later, when she is returned to me temporarily by the warm sunlight.
For once I wished my bus ride would take forever. I wished I'll never reach my destination. One hour is not enough.
The bus ride soon comes to a close, and we alight to go our separate ways. I bid my weekly silent farewell to her, never knowing when we'll meet again.
But there's always next week, and I ask myself the same silly question, "will I meet her again next Tuesday?"
How foolish I am.
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9 comments:
hey the same thing happen to me.. but she was in my lab then we became frens.. then I found out she had a bf le.. sighz~
i also got the same experience last time... from serangoon to chinatown... we alight at the same stop... and once i got to know her... then the next moment i saw her ring finger... and i ask her... u marry? yeah i am... haiz
ah memories. thanks for reminding me of my own bus crushes... although i have to say that if she's always taking the seat behind you and its been more than 6 months you might as well turn around and talk to her - you never know.
haha.. happened to me too for fricking 6 years - sec to jc 2. finally met again 5 yrs after that in uni. by then all the love's gone. haha.
Excellent prose. I like your writing style. :)
Are u a pro. writer btw? hehe
HAHA. professional writer...eh, mykel, u hoping to catch her attention this way is it...recommend your own post some more...tsk tsk
Kakashi, Loveless DJ, Ed and Anomynous: Thanks for sharing your respective experiences. I'm sure you guys can empathise!
Freakkler: no, I'm not :)
Klem: Of course klem, I'm shamelessly plugging myself to grab her attention! I could lie and say I'm just testing out Tomorrow.sg's referral system to see if the editors have anything against self-promo, but that would fall flat eh?
Somehow, I'm in love too. There's no point rushing, as love comes to those who wait yes? :)
Nice blog design by the way.
Thank you Bren.
You're in love too? Tell me more about it. :)
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