Friday, March 30, 2012

like a frightened rabbit

ph: Citati

I didn't even recognize him at first glance, a grey scarf covered most of his face, his blue eyes was the part of him I could see. I sat down beside him on the seat, picking up a quite boring book from my bag.

I think it took me 10 seconds for me to realize it was Him. Ten inches away sat the person I had spent two years dreaming and crying endless nights for. Ten inches away.

His hair was uglier than last I saw him, much greasier; guess he uses hair wax nowadays. At the station before where he really lives, he got out of his seat, hurried to the door and ran out to the platform. Like a scared rabbit. Just like old times when he didn't tell me he was afraid of a serious relationship. He just ran away. Like a frightened rabbit.


  1. Dick smh



  2. You can't blame him for being afraid. But I understand how you feel, I went through those nights.
    I think it's, I don't know how to call it, weird that you didn't recognize him. Scary how times changes things.

  3. It's always awkward to meet people like that by surprise and people do wierd things when they do. I think it's kind of an instinct to run away..


  4. I used to see him on the subway, not often, but often enough. I would get this feeling, this vibe that he was close by. I would search the subway car hungrily just to get a glimpse and when I did, I was satisfied because I knew he was there. That he exists. And what we had existed and wasn't a figment of my imagination.


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