While waiting for our table number to be called at a
somewhat expensive restaurant in São Paulo on a Sunday, you walked in the door.
My heart skipped a beat for it had been six months
since we had last spoken.
After a year and a half of sharing, caring, worrying,
laughter, tears and love making an abrupt breakup ended it all.
To see you there just a few steps away was a mixture
of feelings: surprise, joy, sadness and madness. I had always thought that this
would eventually happen for we do live in the same part of town; however, I
thought that I would drop dead at the sight of you. Guess I did pretty well.
Although I tried with all my might to make you look my
way, you didn’t. But I know for a fact that you are a brilliant observer, which
is part of your profession, and deep down inside I believe that you did catch a
glimpse of me. This feeling is reinforced simply because you did not take a
number and decided to go somewhere else.
When I saw you it seemed as if the world had stopped.
Time was standing still. My heart had skipped a beat and the clock was hanging
there waiting for an intake of oxygen. I was standing still once again not
hitting the floor hard.
After a few seconds I realized why you did not turn my
way and greet me. You were there with someone new. That someone you did not
have the courage enough to tell me about when we broke up.
At the time I questioned this attitude that you had of
not telling me you had found someone new, for when we are in love we want the
world to know and that didn’t seem to be the case. Just like when we started
and were happy to tell everyone about our relationship.
However, on that Sunday afternoon, all I could see
were the really skinny legs and high tacky heels matching the color of the
pants that she was wearing. But there was no hugging, no hand holding, and no
form of affection between you.
Jealous? Not a bit. What I felt was sadness because
you have aged and your face is not shining any longer. It hurts when you see
that the one you love is not happy. That is the message that I got from the
sight of you: you are unhappy.
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(Written: February 17, 2013- The day I saw you)
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Brave for holding your ground and braver yet for publishing it all right here, where this person is likely to read it. Way to go, girl.
ReplyDeleteThanks Vivan! But I doubt he will for he doesn't speak English. However, the girl with the tacky shoes just might :)
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