A Quick Hello

 After the gruesome battle at the gym, I headed to the food court to wait for my friend as she freshened up. I sat beside the massive glass pavement overlooking the LRT station. My view from this white wooden seat is the moment of meeting between two trains from each side. It’s as if they said hello to each other, existed in one space at that particular moment, lived to be as one in a second, and then went on to their different destinations.

I remember the brief encounters I had with the people I shared the same space for a moment. It was as if time had frozen for us to say our hello and then unpaused to allow us to bid our goodbyes. While the moment didn’t last long, the feelings linger, and the memories are still as fresh and alive as if I am standing in that same space and living an eternity within my recollection.

Forgetting is not my strongest suit, especially when imprinted that collision of existence in my mind. Somewhere in this world, the one I thought to be the love of my life still exists; he still breathes and desires the same dreams once shared with me; somewhere in this world, he might have changed. He might not want the same pasta or latte anymore, and he may have moved on from the sloppy video games he once taught me to play; he might have even forgotten me. Still, the consolation that I hold compulsorily is that we were one-even for a split second somewhere in this lifetime.