daccn

I am not a clerk
2004-03-15 05:05:32 (UTC)

fine specimens

So, I went a second time to Madama Butterfly, as planned.
This time I cried all the way through Act II - perhaps
because I wasn't anticipating it like the first time.

I saw someone there whom I had seen before on campus. I've
never spoken to him - just caught a glimpse of him a few
times in the central study area, doing mathematics and
physics assignments with his friends. I've also seen him
walk past me in his black coat while I wait for the bus. He
cast me a glance that seemed longer than normal - or did I
imagine it? I think I smiled at him, but it's entirely
possible that I simply looked away.

And there he was, at Madama Butterfly, waiting in the lobby
in a crisp blue suit after the performance had finished.
Such a beauty he was. This time I'm quite sure that I
smiled at him, because he smiled back.

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James' sister bought shoes from me today, for her wedding.
She really is a wonderful, vivacious girl - for some reason
I felt it more today than when meeting her at parties. And
she used the word "transcend" in a sentence. I felt like
asking her, "can I be your friend?" the way we do in
elementary school. But she's getting married in June, and I
suppose we're really too old for that sort of thing.




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