there lies a candid moment, in between walking through another sea of flesh and bone and gangly limbs and dithering hearts and the very instance she ogles a man distinguished by nothing more than his ordinariness. immediately she sets him apart. and as they exchange an emotionless grimace, a signal to say that they acknowledge each other's presence as strangers do, she is already lost in twenty years later and a potential future.
free from the restrictions of truth; she summons names, addresses, ex-girlfriends, the condition of his bedroom, what alcohol he consumes, what car he drives and most importantly what he thinks of her. if he thinks of her (of course he doesn't seeing as they only saw each other three minutes ago and it's far too farfetched to think that things are already mutual).
she dismisses her juvenile games and pathetically continues to exist, miserable by the very wretched thought that she knows nothing and most likely will know nothing about a stranger she neither met nor conversed with. she turns into her coffee shop and orders nothing out of the mediocre. as she waits, he enters quietly chirping on the other end of a phone. she suddenly pauses. heart explodes. nauseating feeling emerges. she attempts to unpeel her stare but she cannot believe it. is it coincidence? is it some sappy movie she has subconsciously produced in her mind? is it serendipity? (of course she knows that this is a popular cafe and that it is nothing special to share an affinity for the same coffee beans. but that conclusion is boring and depressing).
as her coffee arrives, she is grateful yet frustrated. should she let another moment pass due to her passivity? he notices her presence and this time smiles. she reciprocates. she forgets the banality of the moment. she forgets the distinct line from strangers and liking strangers. as she walks away, defeated by her shyness, he asks if they have met before. her familiarity intrigues him. internally she is in chaos, externally she remains calm. feigning her pleasure by the pursing of her lips and beverage at hand. she says they have not. exchange of names, universities, brief introductions to life stories. things appear favourable.
and as they converse, on their way to a morning lecture. he finally deciphers a mutual thread. they are mutual. they are mutual through his girlfriend. and as they part, she secretly curses under her breath the concept of ever being mutual.
fin. haha.
ps. i never knew such a song existed haha. its really sappy the song, but the video clip is not too bad. makes you wish you had one of those clock pendants haha. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXAGNzyUuAs
I like this. But it makes me sad.
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