The Bus

It was a normal day, just like any other. After taking a look at the sky, suddenly my heart ached. All of a sudden, memories, like a film without sound started to enter my head.

How long has it been? Do you still recall the different memories we had together? Do you still remember that I existed?

Thinking back, my heart ached. It was two summers ago. Sitting on a bus, I was crying my heart out for a love lost. It was irrational, yet at that time, I suddenly took your shoulder and started wetting it with my tears. Instead of brushing me away, you just took me in and comforted me. I cried all the way to the bus station, yet once there, I left without a sound.

It was weird, but ever since that time, daily I kept a lookout for you. For when I got home, your behavior intrigued me. Although I saw you on a daily basis, yet each time, I simply could not gather up the courage to go up and talk to you.

As fate would have it, the day when you got up, it was crowded, and around you, there were simply no seats left except one next to me. When you sat down, my heart almost burst out with joy. And just at that moment in which I wanted to ask you out, you beat me to it by asking me out for a drink. Joy overwhelmed me.

As time passed, we started to spend more time together. Time flied when I was with you. When we are apart, I counted the minutes till we could see each other again. Everything felt like a dream, finally I could have that one thing I had been waiting for, the perfect man.

Yet my perfect dream was spoilt when I saw my ex again. There he stood, ever the handsome creature he was. When I was with him, I had the exact feelings I had when I was with you, yet it was different. Despite that, I decided to put and compare the two of you. I became cynical, I was afraid you would leave me, so as to prevent my heart from hurting again; I left like the first time I did.

When you called, I refused to answer. In spite of the countless messages you left me on the phone, I hardened my heart. I just ignored you completely. You came countless of times, begging and knocking on the door, hoping to get a reason out of me. The last time you came, I was standing there, separated by a piece of wood, even though I cried with you, the door was not opened

You left, forever out of my life. We saw each other on the bus countless of times. That look of pain was too much for me to bear. Many a times, I wanted to run up to you and tell you that I was sorry that I hoped we could start again. However, courage failed me.

I still remember, that day, for once, I felt brave due to wine that I had drunk in a celebration. We were separated by a street, just a street. I called out your name, you stopped, I ran, my vision only focused on you, and that was the last I ever saw of you.
Everything happened too fast, like a dream, one minute you were there, and the next you were gone. Why were you so stupid? Why did you try to save a life that had hurt you? Why? Questions after questions ran over and over in my head.

There I was at your funeral, staring back at the face which used to mutter words of affection to me. A face which used to appeared in my future. I wanted to cry, yet tears eluded me. Nightly I dreamt of you, I dreamt that everything that happened was just a dream, that you were still alive, somewhere on this earth.

Staring out into the sky, I realized just how much your life meant to this world. Without you, life goes on, the sky remains just as blue, endless streams of people continue in an endless stream of activities. To the world, you are just a soul in which it can survive without, but to me, life without you is meaningless. In spite of all these, my life goes on.

When we move at the speed of life, we are bound to crash into one another. There are some who come and go in a twinkling of the eye, yet there are others, who leave an imprint so deep that even after they move on, your life seems to change completely.