I watched her cross the street. Each step farther and farther away from me. When she said goodbye, after insisting not to say the word but “see you later”, she walked away and never looked back. I stayed on the other side of the road holding a huge heavy brown bag full of stilettos. She could not bring all her priced shoes so she had me keep them instead. Soon after, I started walking the opposite direction; looked over my shoulder once to see if I can chance her face in the crowd but she was gone. It pains me that the only decent buddy I find at work is leaving the country for good. Sort of makes me wonder why the hell am I always left behind.
Then it clicks into place, these are stuffs chasing dreams are made of. Sigh.
Currently listening to Lullaby by Shawn Mullins via Pandora
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