It was a Wednesday like any other. I was walking down the street to work as I usually do, my mind going everywhere as my feet moved forward. Suddenly, I felt my shoulder held back. That got my attention back to Earth. I turned around and realized I had bumped into you in my mindless walk. I didn’t know you, and I wouldn’t say I do yet. But there was something. In that quick second, as we both apologized looking into each other’s eyes, I felt we connected and your face stayed with me.
We didn’t talk again. I noticed you from time to time and I noticed as some things changed. You looked lost at first, as if you weren’t sure where you were going, or if you wanted to go. One day you started to look brighter, happy I’d say. Your eyes had a different expression. I also saw him.
I don’t remember the first time he was walking besides you, but suddenly he was always there. Tall, good looking. There seemed to be good vibes between you two. I felt happy for you. Sometimes you would hold hands, others you would walk awkwardly as you hugged his arm. You two would playfully walk around people without letting go, and then hug as the crowd walked around you. You were not in this plane anymore, you two had your own little world.
And then nothing.
Months passed by and I wouldn’t see you. I started to miss you and would look for you among the people. Every day I would look and you weren’t there.
I stopped looking.
It was a Wednesday like any other. I was walking down the street as I usually do.
Today, I felt the urge to look up. And there you were. But this time you were alone, and the bright was gone. You didn’t look lost as before, but as if grieving and trying to hide it. I felt sad for you.
As days passed you didn’t look sad anymore, but something was missing. And I don’t know how to call this yet, but it hurts a little. I wish I could somehow make you feel better, let you know that everything will be alright. But how could I? When the full length of our relationship was a half-second bump.