It's 11:57pm in my iPod's clock and still I am awake. Since my iTouch's note comes in handy for moments like this, I might as well take a few minutes and write. My mind goes back to 4/d, the only space in Highstreet where my mind is more free and it can wander. It goes back to the empty chair scene and how many other minds suggested that it should be filled with a "he", but little do they know that prior to their suggestions the space was already filled up with random thoughts on people, places and concepts, wishing that things are different than what they already are. But for now, since it's the 17th of April, allow me to indulge in a scene of a chair and a he. A jump-off from my previous post.
An Empty Chair and a He
"hello?" I answered
"hi" he said
"look down from the guard rail, someone's looking at you"
"uhuh? Nice try, you better find someone else who'll buy your jokes!" I said
"no, okay! Sorry, just look down" he insisted.
I took a peak and saw him looking at me, he was in a formal attire."Aaaaaah,so there you are! I thought you were fooling around, sorry"
"hey,can I go up. I just dropped by to check some books and then I saw you. I was making sure it was really you that's why I called. Pardon me for my attire tonight,I just came off from a day of job hunting and two interviews" he said, he was already walking towards the escalator so I had no choice but to entertain him.
"Alright, I guess someone has to sit on you tonight" I said to the empty chair. Looking at the escalator, I was expecting him to show up but then I heard a voice coming from my left side saying hi. It was him, he moves fast that's why in a nick of time I wasn't able to notice that he already arrived.
I told him to sit down and the rest of the night was filled with joy as I rediscover this friend of mine. He listened well, he's a very good listener. He listened to my shallow rantings, my profound thoughts and my yapping. He was patient enough to endure those minutes of absorbing and processing my words while I sit there and narcissistically unload my thoughts to him, as if my journal was not enough. He would share his thoughts every now and then but most of the time he would just listen, maintaining eye contact with me. I don't like the eye contact part, it makes me question if he's really for real plus it makes me feel uncomfy knowing that this guy already scanned the details of my face! (As if he'd still notice that)
A few more minutes passed and I surprisingly found myself having fun."I'm glad that you're here tonight. It's like a new breathe of fresh air for me coz no one sat here with me before. It's my secret spot so hush hush okay?"
"okay, I promise." he said
"Is it okay if we go home now? It's almost 12." I asked.
"Okay, I'll bring you home. Let's grab a quick fishball before I drop you off, coz I'm craving for one, would that be alright?" he asked
"Alright! Fishball before going home it is!"
"and uuuuhmmmm... Is it ok if I take a picture tonight? Just one snapshot then we'll be on our way."
"okay!"
*his iPhone clicks*
"let's go now"
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