“Hanging around..

Nothing to do but frown..

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down..”

As usual, I woke up late. It’s a Monday and I don’t have classes on Mondays but during this day of the week, I have to meet my thesismates. So I dragged myself off to Altura.

Well, I have this habit that whenever I am on a jeepney and stuck in a traffic jam, I look at random people walking on the sidewalk. So while I was watching people walk by, I noticed this girl wearing black pants, black long sleeves top (or maybe that was a jacket) and black rubber shoes with red linings carrying a black studded shoulder bag. I wondered for a moment if I knew her because she looked familiar. She was walking towards the route of the jeepney I am in. When she got a little closer, my reaction was “No f*cking way! That isn’t her! NO. NO WAY!” Yeah, I think I overacted but that was really the exact words that I uttered to myself when I realized that I really do know her.

I hated her; almost cursed her. We didn’t really met, but how will I not know her? She was the person who dragged my boyfriend in a deed. I hated her up to my bone morrows. I don’t know. Maybe because I felt cheated when I found out that my boyfriend is no longer innocent and that girl was the one who took his innocence away. I swear I hated her. But as I grew older, I learned to accept the fact that we cannot undo things that happened in the past.  We may regret doing it but that will never change anything.

I tried to befriend her but things didn’t go well. I still want to be friends with her but I guess, fate doesn’t really want me to.

She looks worried and sad while walking on the sidewalk. She ran her fingers through her hair thrice and pursed her lips. It seems to me that she was thinking about something very important; a project, maybe. I was so tempted to go down and approach her just for the heck of it. Silly, but a thought popped in my mind that this is a twist of fate and we may be friends in an instant if I approach her and try to have a small talk. But I didn’t. I’m not crazy enough to do that. Besides, my thesismates are already waiting for me.

I stared at her as the jeepney started to move away and I whispered, “Au revoir”.

It felt like I was in a movie scene. Indeed, I am weird to think of those things. Coincidence? Destiny? I have no idea.