So it went

This is how it happened; silly, dumb, simple and yes, kinda cute.
He walked into the room, and her heart, instead of going quiet, began a new drumming.
It seems it discovered that for a while, it had been sitting rather still in its corner and was now speaking as hard as it could. She thanked for this, even if it wasn’t true, it was nice and that, she found out, no one could take away from her.
She sat in her own corner in her boss’s office when he spoke; it wasn’t her that he asked for though. So she decided not to come out, but then the phone rang getting in between her meeting and the other girl went out and she had nothing to do and a series of questions to ask so she finally stopped thinking and went out.
And he looked thinner than she recalled and his hair was much shorter. So she said, Of course you asked for my boss but not me, and he said I asked for her but it’s you I’m going to call. And she didn’t say hello because it’s overrated and he remembered to say hello because somehow, he remembers that she doesn’t. And she asked about his visa and he stood up and opened his arms intending a hug, he walked one step and she knew she had to take the next. And her brain said no, and some of her friends in her head said no but for one reason or the other, knowing it wasn’t what she should do, she opened her arms and took one step forward too.
This lasted close to nothing and the immediate need to let go caught up with her. The way she grows cold in a second when she gets too nervous became present and her shoulders became aware of the tension. Never the less, she heard him say the explanation that she had silently asked for; her mind was taking a lot of effort to cover the disappointment she had felt when a day earlier he hadn’t called or shown up. Because, why would someone say I’ll phone you and then not? And if he affirmed he would show up on Tuesday, with out her asking, why would he not?
Bad weather and delayed planes make up for a rather good excuse.
After three signed letters gone to waist and an almost angry boss who allowed this just because of the fondness she feels for her assistant and there for, for him, he sat down by her at the table, made funny faces about her co-worker and talked endlessly about paperwork, all the while she remembered why she thought he was funny and so, worth the while.
So he waited for exit time with out telling her and she imagined this but didn’t ask. They walked out the building and talked about pictures in baby size and warm chicken in cold salad and would she like to eat some? Because in December, when he is coming back, the airports will be so filled with crying children and snow. Then comes the strange part in which they stop in the middle of the parking lot and sort of say goodbye; He says – where is your car?
She says- Over there.
He says- Its too far, do you want to go take some pictures?
She, wanting to go, looks for her cell phone in her always messy purse while saying – I don’t know, Wait, I had to go to pick something up-
He says- Oh. Well, we’ll see each other tomorrow.
And with that he walks away. This is a weird ending and she feels completely strange about it and has no idea what to do of it. So she does the one thing she can think of, go to the nearest Humantree and spill the beans. After all, how else could it be?
Wait for tomorrow! (or someday) when UBC guy will show up (if he does) again!.

*This is of course the shorten version, I'll save you the details of conversations such as "Do you sign language?" and a girl that won't play senless jokes on grown ups she doesn't know and the sudden panic of entering Cute guy's office next to UBC guy.

Blue

It's not about days like these. Not even about the wheather.
It has nothing to do with a certain fantasy guy or even the one that is closer without being real anyway.
I won't mention deceptions or broken promises, careless thoughts or forgotten apointments.
I wont speak of the songs I've never written and the chords I've amazed myself with finding and then, like magic, forgotten two seconds later. Music is like that, its there all along, you just need to find the right combinations and the perfect timming.
Maybe I've read too many stories, watched too many movies and dreamt too much while still awake.
I guess it has something to do with this silly need; I feel like I need to be someone else again. I want to learn a script and become someone else every time. I dont think Id be so terrible at it. Maybe in the acting but not in the becoming. I want to change my name for a day.
Maybe it has something to do with the gray that is starting to crawl into me; it has taken my troath, my hands, my feet. Soon it will reach my brain, my heart. My lungs.
Maybe it has something to do with me listening to Stereophonics and feeling like a love child in the 70's, a flower in my hand and crazy hair flowing around in the wind. They make me want to get high while laying on the rug looking at a moving ceiling fan.
Maybe it was Phoebe in wonderland, maybe it was that I never read Alice, maybe Im getting old and searching for a heart of gold. Maybe Im just getting blue.

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Wrinkles & Swirls

Wrinkles & Swirls
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