| Until she bumped into his friend, everything seemed ok, she thought. She could have fun with her friends without them. But his friend showed up in front of them at the same club. She knew he must be around somewhere. But she felt bad when she saw his buddy was hanging out with a pretty girl. She knew they must being out for double dating. But who was that girl who was out with him? Without second thought, she picked up her phone and called him. Her heart livened when she heard his voice over the phone while she felt uncomfortable if he came with someone else. He didn�t. And he talked to her on the cell as he walked over toward her. She didn�t know while concentrating herself on his voice. Then he surprised her from her behind with his victorious smile on his face. With his sweet existence, she knew that, something would be happening that night, and she was ready for it. Loud techno music faded away when she felt his lips pressing slowly onto hers while they were searching for her lost clothing ticket on the second floor of club EXIT after several glasses of Jack and Daniel. She couldn�t remember what had happened or what had triggered her reaction of wanting to hug him tightly. They just looked at each other for 5 seconds after he turned around with his that deep familiar sorrow in his eyes. She knew she had to hug him and wipe that sorrow away from him forever. Just one hug, she thought, then she would walk away from him. And she placed both of her hands on his shoulder while facing him. Was it magic? Or had time stopped when their lives crossed each other at this moment? She did not know. Nothing mattered at this moment. She felt his tongue touched the tip of hers. She felt her lips had parted away a little more so she could be able to bring more of him into her. She closed her eyes softly with her long eyelashes danced with the flashing disco lights. She felt his arms softly placed on his waist and behind her head with fingers gliding through her hairs. She opened her eyes half way looking at the ceiling and saw stars stared to fall onto them while he was kissing her right ears gently. She could smell his scent, that familiar scent from day one when she buried herself next to him in the couch of KTV. It was the cologne of Issey Miyake stirred with a hint of light cigarette smoke. She wanted to remember his scent, mixed with the warm feeling of his lips on hers, with her thrown and buried against him. And he had become a big warm blanket that covered her from head to toes. Hundred of kisses from him and few dozen nights waking up in his arms while cool light of stars and moon covered their naked warm bodies from his window, that was all she could remember before they went their separate ways. What went wrong? She could hardly remember anything bitter in this relationship. Something this beautiful was always like a dream. It never last long enough for anyone to hold on to. Yet it cut so deep and left scars all over her life. ~~~~~~~~~~ �Next stop Lincoln Center� She wakes up from her memory and looks around her. It�s still the same dull and dirty subway train. She feels little drops of tears slide down her smooth chin and drop onto her opened organizer and lands on his handwriting. She wipes her tears off her face with her delicate fingers and takes a deep breathe. �It is going to be a long day,� she tells herself as the train pulls into a full stop at the station. She stands up and picks up her viola and her book bag, her little organizer lands on the seat without her knowing it, she walks into the sea of people heading different directions in their lives on the subway platform. And she becomes one of them. And that organizer, with his handwriting surrounded her little notes of life, takes the train traveling south, disappeared into the complicated deep dark New York City subway tunnels� alone��. |
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