Back then, I was so mad about you having a nickname given by another guy.Whatever his name was, I can’t seem to remember. But now whenever I see my pet,the word ‘Kitten’ always runs across my mind. Funny though, my cat might bewondering why her master looks at her differently. She was so young back then andshe scratched me a dozen times when I first found out that she was hiding under thegrill, right in front of my gray window. Now, she’sall grown up and can take cake of herself. Shedoesn’t seem to need me anymore, other thanwanting my leftovers.What about you? I know you got over it.You stood up as if nothing has happened. I knowyou moved forward, got back to your old self andwent on with your work. You’re a strong andindependent woman. I know because I’ve beenwatching you.Sometimes, whenever pictures of you flood my mind, I just go back to theterminal where you used to ride and wait for you there. Hoping not to miss any facethat walks out of the bus and across the dim-lighted street, I haven’t realized thatI’ve lost a lot of hours of sleep. And then I saw you. My eyes glimmered like I wishtime would move in slow motion. Then, my tears began wanting to run down mycheeks. I tried to call you out loud but I couldn’t hear my voice come out. Brownpants and that technical outfit — I can’t let my eyes lose sight of you. I don’t knowany valid excuse to tell you why I was there so, I just talked to the poor lady at thealley and then paid her a few bucks. Then I handed you what she gave me. It’s notmuch but I know that it’s sweet — literally. I know you were surprised. I am too.
After that, you walked away. You always walk away. You said you can’t talkright now. But it’s alright; I understand. Well, most of it. When I rode the next bus, Ithought about how you might have felt. Did you ever smile when you stared at thosecandies? Has my face flashbacked in your mind for a while?I get flashbacks most of the time. It’s like migraine. It in your head and youfeel like scratching it but you can’t.
I remember the first time we met in college. I remember I offered my help todraw the visual aids for your report. I went to your place to get the materials andfound out that your mom was there and you were on your way to your sister’s. Iremember taking you to the bus stop and watching you leave.
I remember finding our eyes staring at each other several times and latersharing smiles. I saw you glanced at me and you acted as if you denied it. You