Meeting…
I was beginning to feel a little nervous….it may be by the fact that I was waiting for him to come for more that a half an hour. It was the second time in 3 years, when he was late. I was worried that something bad could happen to him and I was composing all kind of scenarios of him being injured or something else. Ten minutes later, he arrives.
I was by now slightly nervous, I thought that he won’t come today, when I was waiting forward to see him. I have already told him that something very important happened and that we have to talk about our relationship. I look in front of me and saw him approaching, with his rash steps.
‘Sorry, I’m late.’ he said.
‘No problem- I lied- as a matter of fact I’ve just arrived’.
I wouldn’t tell him for nothing in the world that I was waiting for more that 40 minutes.
‘Are you ok, my dear?’
I look at him and I can’t get the point of all this talking, we both know the reason of our meetings. It’s a simple one, as simple as it can be, no words no complications, just me and him. I light a cigarette and watch the smoke raising up high… I feel relaxed now.
‘Let’s go!’ he said.
‘Ok. I want to go to the drugstore at first; I have to take my pills….’
‘Ok, honey…’
It’s the first time he calls me like this but; I am not his honey, not at all… I am just a friend. We walk together on the same street, we see the same things but; we seem to be strangers to each other. We know ourselves for more that 3 years; but we know nothing about what the other dreams, desires….I start to think that this relationship is not doing any good for me or for him; it’s destroying us by pieces.
‘Your place or mine?’ I asked.
‘Hum…you know I prefer going at your place, is safer from people eyes.
I was astonished, how can he say such a thing?! People eyes… they don’t have time to see us, they are to busy seeing their own interests. So what’s the difference?!
‘Ok. I said. There’s a drugstore over there, wait here!’
We walk side by side and still not talking. We seem too busy doing nothing, just smoking our cigarettes and observing our hands. In 2 minutes we arrive at my house, lonely and cold, home sweet home….I drag the keys out from my pocket and open the door. We enter, soundless people, not talking as usual. I close the door of my flat, checking for candles.
Here it begins a new meeting, between him and me. Not talking just rippling words without meaning, being a woman and a man.
- Mood:
Mortified - Listening to: the sound of silence
- Reading: Lolita...
- Watching: the screen
- Playing: my key
- Eating: my life
- Drinking: a cup of blue blood
A mai trecut o zi...
Compassion
Joy
