So, I’m going to tell you a little story that happened last night on my way back home. And this is for real.
I last saw her was at Dec 2008 just before Christmas. That’s the time when I was starting my so-called career as a designer but failed. After more than 13 years of not seeing each other and it just so happened, I stumbled upon her.
I was on a train towards North Point, a metro interchange station. On the way, a passenger gets in the train car at Causeway Bay. I somehow “felt” the person looking for a seat even though I wasn’t paying attention. I was fumbling around the stuff in my backpack and didn’t notice her at first.
It took me probably more than two minutes to realize what’s happening. She’s sitting opposite of me. She looks fine.
In the vast ocean of possibilities, I mean, how? Why this day?
I didn’t even know how should I even react to all that of a sudden. I wasn’t prepared. I’ve no idea what to do, seriously.
At the time, I was thinking about the moment how we should have met each other. I might want to have a nice haircut, and put on some nice clothes. Pretends I’ve got myself a nice job. And we have a chat about both our life and how meaningful and happy we could have been. Just like in the movies.
It never happened.
I think I probably looks like I just came downstairs from my home to a 7-Eleven to grab some drink or food. I looked tired and dressed a little better than a monkey. I’m nowhere close to being the person I wanted to be.
Should I expect her to say something or should I be the one who talks to her first? I was worried and too awkward to do anything at all.
Not like in the movies.
We’re strangers. Let’s pretend we didn’t know each other.
When I arrived at the destined station, I left my seat, and then get off the train.
This is #Day15 of #100DaysToOffload.