As I sat on the public bus this morning I watched as a woman sat in front of me with her belongings. She watched with excitement, attraction & affection as a man boarded the bus. It was clear to me that they knew each other by the woman's expression. She began to shuffle her stuff around to make room for this man next to her. As he walked by... he looked at her, as if she were a stranger; said nothing to her & kept going.
My heart sank slightly as I looked at her knowing she felt something for this man & he responded as if he had never seen her before. In fact, I actually had to hold back tears.... I knew how she felt.
In a split second she gathered her belongings & chased after him. She sat down next to him & started talking to him about "what happened" .... He responded w/ a few "oh that is bad" .... "he did what's and she said whats" but nothing really engaging.
She then said... ya know people are saying that you are "kickin' it (insert girls name) ... & that's where you get all your clothes & stuff" The man gets defense & begins to tell her he don't care what people say, it's crap, people are just hating, he dont even know her like that.
It was clear she wanted 2 believe him.She asked who she was, he said no one. She asked how they met, he said thru a friend. She asked do you like her, he replied.... well, she's cool.
Then it happened..... I felt tears come on again & I knew what she was feeling..... she wanted to be his girl.... that "it" girl. She wanted him to say it was only her... AND MEAN IT!
Never the less though we all 3 know/knew she wasn't going anywhere.... she feels something for him. She would get off the bus, follow behind him as they went uptown, probably as far away from "that girl" as possible.... and he'd spend the day w/ one girl and then head home to the other.
As much as I wanted to scream to this girl what was happening I couldnt .... how, could I tell her to run when I couldn't.
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