It was a Friday night, she didn’t
want to go anywhere but talk to him, she suddenly got the feeling that he
would say yes to that trip again.He was a voyager.A wanderer. And her guide.Her
companionship. It was like being someone else, not just her.But being him at
the same time.And sure, she thought, he took her to live someone else’s life.She
was not used to this excessive life.She was just another ordinary daughter of a
middle-class working family.
“I’d kill to have those trips again”
she thought. I just don’t know why this interests her so much if this isn’t
going to take her anywhere but her memories.
As soon as he said “Hi”, she
understood: that was her calling for another trip they would get on.Of course
she was very up to it and she and her luggage were all set.She urged for
another adventure, although she thought, at the same time, it was insane.
“One day,” she told herself “ we’ll be parted from each other.I
know this.This kind of relationship won’t work. I feel that you and I will grow
up and think that it’s lame.It’s just a dream.Foolish one.”
She never gave too much of herself on this
relationship, because she didn’t believe it would last anyway.It was beyond her
way of life.It would take its toll on her someday.She would give up, because
she is very pessimist about this kind of thing where people are too different.But she
insisted anyway.
That “one day” came, not instantly,
but little by little. She'd finally become some girl who would laught about those
days. But she couldn’t."It's my memories I'm talking about". They never said goodbye to each other.But they knew it was right not to do so.
(2009)
