Torete

No, you were not even on the list of the people I planned to see today, nor were you the least. You didn't even spring to my mind. No traces. But when I chanced upon you, I felt shocked. Our eyes met and were glued for five seconds. I think you were examining if it was really me - or maybe just a doppleganger. But on my case, the moment I saw you - I was almost positive. I didn't doubt. I didn't foresee that it will be happening, but there was a tinge in me that knew it will. It was the same face I'd seen five years ago though the hair has changed a lot. It was the same height and body built I've always teased which you said seemed perfect for my height and built, and just the same walk I've always longed to see pass me by, before. Of course I know who you were with. She seemed pretty, and you seemed happy.

Shocked, I was. Because after all these years, I didn't feel the same spark that tingled through my veins before. There was no fluttering of stomach, no blushing, no inner kiligs whatsoever. I was so damn trying hard to see if I could feel again the way I did, but to no avail. I guess I already felt happy too. Maybe this is what they call maturity? I've read those in little love novels (you know, the kind you read when you suddenly want to feel kilig) but never really understood it fully until now. Had I seen you before, I could have been in my miserable state. But not really as miserable as 'miserable' would likely have it. Just, a bit indifferent. It felt great that we're both happy. I am, actually. Very much. It felt great knowing that we didn't have to think about things over. Because for some reason, it will feel really awkward. And because literally and metaphorically, the world is just so small.. we might see each other again on any random day. We'll walk past each other knowing we're contented with the way things are (we understand each other that way). And it couldn't have been any better than that. Or maybe, just maybe, we could sit again like we did before and talk over cups of coffee and a few strums on your guitar. Either way, life continues to surprise us.