Status: Haven’t Moved On
It’s been more than 2 years since I last saw him and ages since we last talked. Though I know there’s nothing to come back for, I can’t deny that sometimes I wished it never ended. Sometimes I want to see him, talk to him, though I know we won’t look at each other like how we did before, and there’s nothing anymore to talk about. And I know I’m still not ready to see him again.
But I did.
The other day, I was walking my way to my next class. As I was alone and feeling so lonely, I looked around the road hoping to find somebody I know and maybe have someone to talk to for a while, for I hadn’t been talking to anyone since I came to school. I never thought that day it would be him. I never wished it to be him. I wasn’t prepared to see him.
When I was nearing the corner of a bank near the building of my next class, I saw him walking alone, carrying a small bag and an envelope, wearing sunglasses that made him look like a movie star. As a reflex, I halted and remained motionless for what seemed like a minute, and on that minute that seemed to stretch to infinity, I imagined myself calling him, and he walking towards me, wearing that smile that used to weaken my knees. Thanks to the sun he wore those sunglasses, for I’m afraid if I saw his eyes I might have run to him and hug him like we’re taping a scene for a valentine movie.
Then the bank security guard ordered me to move aside to give way to the armored car, and so soon I was pulled out of my imagination and realized he already walked past me.
I don’t know if he noticed me; I’ll never know. I wanted to send him a message and tell him I saw him that day, but I know it’s absurd. So all I was able to do is change my facebook status, in case he’ll be able to know it’s for him, like how he used to:
“Saw you today, just thought you’d want know.”
