This piece is very much about people. We come across so many of them in the course of our life; a University boy whom we never once talked to, the lady at the bakery shop whom we exchange ‘good mornings’ with whenever we pop in, your neighbour’s cleaner, your friend’s mother, the friend of your friend, our staff, bosses and coworkers. Best friends, acquaintances, the guy who always holds the door for you and the one who brings you coffee. The girl with the ponytail in the back of the class and the one whose hair we’ve never seen. People we once met and never saw again. People we wished we could be friends with, but it doesn’t quite work like that when it’s your husband’s ex wife. People we like straight away and those we grow to like, slowly and steady.
The ones we invite over to dinner and those we sometimes meet in a restaurant for a quick lunch. Friends we like to call friends. People we share with and take from, equally and fairly.
People we never spoke to but wanted to, if only we had the guts. The ones who try hard to be our friends and keep failing at it. People who said some things we didn’t want to hear and those who said nothing, but smiled at us across the room. People whose smell we liked and whose voice we liked; those we wanted to have around. The ones we wish we’d never met. The ones who broke us and took something from us. Those who left us shattered on the ground and those who were there to pick us right up again. The ones who said ‘start over’ and those who said ‘I’ll start with you.’
People whom we didn’t understand and never got through to us until one day, years later, we remember them and it all makes sense. We never get to see them again, life keeps moving and the clock keeps ticking against our will. We continue on the road of life with the certainty that we are remembered and that we have left something behind; that we have been the person who picked them up or brought them coffee; that every time we think of them, they stop for a moment, and remember us.
romanticada 