Always thinking

Met Gaia

I'm not even sure spelling her name right. It was 12:30am and the line was still long, things always happen when u least expect it, I saw a familar face: that is Gaia. My heart almost jumpped out of my mouth all of a sudden, I wasn't sure what I should do. We have been trying to avoid each other in person for two month! I saw her facing a huge fan, dancing by the rythm, her hair was flowing, she looked beautiful, just like the first night I met her. I'm not ready to say hi yet. So I sneaked through tons of crowds just to hide in a corner so we would not find each other...Three basses later, I got high and jumped on the stage dancing like no one is watching. With blue monday's strong beats, I seemed to find back my true self, as if everything else in the lift doesn't matter, here and now, I am the one under the neon light dancing the night away. The crowds were high, beer smells feed up the entire floor and the air, I didn't know what I was looking at, my body, my emotion, my expression, my sight were mixing up, I saw love from everywhere, I saw Gaia, she came to the back room where I normally danced. That was almost the best way I could imagine to bump into her: no embarrassing hello, just the night's smile. She smiled at me, through her flowing hair. I saw that indian boy who has been dancing here as long as me, he was smiling at me, I smiled back; They are two people I like to see at night and I did. No more hate, no more misunderstanding, just music, beats, love, smile and fuzzy words. Boys were around Gaia, but I knew she was looking at me, if she really tried to avoid she could have avoided me entirely, but now and here, she is here dancing and looking at me through her flowing hair. I was happy, dancing makes me happy more than pleasing her at that moment, I didn't care anymore, I tried, she gave up. But I knew she wouldn't leave until we spoke. I jumped off the stage and started dancing with her, we both smiled at each other. "bad girl, you are not returning my call"I almost screamed through the heavy beats only to find my words were so weak. "I am sorry, I suck, I am sorry" she screamed back. We danced more. "how's Chicago?" she asked. "oh, you did receive my voice mail" I was surprised. "yes, I suck", "but why?" I wanted to ask why she didn't return my call even she asked me call her. But I didn't. I know remotely the cause of it. In today's world, a man has to speak up. It's a difficult for me, everything is different, it's a different country, different culture, different people, language, attitude. I am too classic to speak up. I wish I will not regret. I was almost over Gaia, but she dropped right in front of me again. Destiny seems to play a game.

posted by Road less travelled @ 12:00 AM