Of course we ran into him, that's how things go.
Natt and Laura came over to watch Pride and Prejudice and say goodbye to me. Of course, I was happy to be with them for one last time. I was going through papers and throwing things away and in the process, sharing things with them I'd been too embarrassed to before. I was able to look back on the things I'd gotten from him and smiled a little sadly, but in a nostalgic way; realizing I had let them go, just like the pictures I had seen this morning.
On the way to saying goodbye to them, Natt insisted on the desire to eat ramen at our favorite place. I was on my way to another restaraunt to say goodbye to certain friends, so outside of the ramen shop we stopped and started our goodbyes.
I knew it was him. I knew it, I felt it; I only saw a black jacket, and those shoes and that black hair - really, nothing to go off of, because they are fairly common shoes and who doesn't have black hair. And especially when it wasn't the jacket I was used to. I didn't want to say anything to sound ridiculous, but I couldn't help it; I felt my voice becoming more demure and quiet instead of loud and silly and maybe even obscene in my farewells. I hugged them but didn't screech and I kept looking over my shoulder wondering if he knew I was there, and what would he do, and was I out of my mind?
No -- five minutes later, I arrived at the restaraunt, and I had a missed call from Laura. I'm no idiot; I knew why. It was him and I let out a loud cry of exasperation and threw my arms out. They did about the same - making awkward eye contact while they stared at each other for apparently a long fifteen seconds, him with a look of :o on his face. And then after finally venturing hellos, he moved to their table.
It's clear at least that I don't know what's going on in his life anymore. Apparently he isn't moving to Kyoto (and I didn't need to rush things after all -- idiot that I am, ruining it all), and is going to a graduate school right by ICU.
The only thing I care about is that, after five months, he'll still be in range for me to make ammends.
Anyway, I'm about to leave the country. All I have to say is this: It wouldn't be my life if I wasn't having last second drama before boarding planes, now would it?
On the way to saying goodbye to them, Natt insisted on the desire to eat ramen at our favorite place. I was on my way to another restaraunt to say goodbye to certain friends, so outside of the ramen shop we stopped and started our goodbyes.
I knew it was him. I knew it, I felt it; I only saw a black jacket, and those shoes and that black hair - really, nothing to go off of, because they are fairly common shoes and who doesn't have black hair. And especially when it wasn't the jacket I was used to. I didn't want to say anything to sound ridiculous, but I couldn't help it; I felt my voice becoming more demure and quiet instead of loud and silly and maybe even obscene in my farewells. I hugged them but didn't screech and I kept looking over my shoulder wondering if he knew I was there, and what would he do, and was I out of my mind?
No -- five minutes later, I arrived at the restaraunt, and I had a missed call from Laura. I'm no idiot; I knew why. It was him and I let out a loud cry of exasperation and threw my arms out. They did about the same - making awkward eye contact while they stared at each other for apparently a long fifteen seconds, him with a look of :o on his face. And then after finally venturing hellos, he moved to their table.
It's clear at least that I don't know what's going on in his life anymore. Apparently he isn't moving to Kyoto (and I didn't need to rush things after all -- idiot that I am, ruining it all), and is going to a graduate school right by ICU.
The only thing I care about is that, after five months, he'll still be in range for me to make ammends.
Anyway, I'm about to leave the country. All I have to say is this: It wouldn't be my life if I wasn't having last second drama before boarding planes, now would it?