NOTE : the following post is not in relation to anyone in particular, atleast, not to the general public. but to me, yes, these are real events, slightly exaggerated in the interest of literature, but real enough.
Weekend #1He did the look-back. He did the
LOOK-BACK. What's the look-back you'd ask.
You've got no time, no space to say.
You turn to follow the crowd,
then back to face him or her,
try to send a message with thine eyes,
unable to look away.
But time constraints and social expectations do not permit such open displays of words. So you do the look-back and hope he/she gets your secret message.
it's special.it's special when you both get the same message.
And so you did the look-back.
Then you had to pull away, and I had to protect my
dignity by walking away.
But inside, you've got my heart pounding like a million drums. I would've skipped away, but for fear of judgement in such a judgemental world, why would I?
the look-back.
the first.weekend #2Though
the sun had set, and
night was quickly falling, how different would it be than the first?
A little more different.
Number one was a
"hope we meet again".No, this was
"I'm so sorry. I wished we had the time. But now I have to leave."A hurried glance,
a last-ditch attempt at making yourself heard.
But you've been so vague,
and the doors were closing fast.
The look-back number two.
Not so much a heart-warming event. It was a
sinking, emptying feeling.
I've lost. You've lost. We're lost to the world.the look back
number two.you're both so special, in very different ways.
