Way Back Then…
Tuesday, August 30, 2011Another one of the notes I’ve written about him… The last one I’d probably post though.
We stared into the long stretch of ceiling above us. He talked about his family. I talked about my job. It was a series of random thoughts, a parallel of intertwined life stories, and a circuit of undefined roads… We were talking of life as it unfolds in front of us. We were holding each other’s hands and with every thought of possible hurdle, hurt, and opposition, he held tighter, I did so too. We knew they’ll eventually become realities and no matter how much we try denying them, they are out there, existing, waiting for the spotlight to hit them. The reality of it all will strike anytime soon and the hands we were clasping tightly now will slowly lose their grip. They’ll slowly, finger by finger, let go. Neither of us wanted to talk about such things. Neither wanted to state the obvious or the truth. We both didn’t want to talk about the future. We just wanted to hold each other tight and assure each other that whatever happens, we had something going on. We close our eyes, half-asleep, half-awake… Just like where we are now, half-reality, half-wishful thinking. It’s going to end anytime soon, but with our hands clasped together and our thoughts wandering towards each other, we both know that despite its inevitable end, we have already weaved a life together that only us know.
