meeting magic
Tuesday, 21st February 2006
7.30 pm
There’s something magical about coincidences that fascinate me. Coincidences carry with them an element of surprise, brought about by how an event occurs without any prior arrangement. How do they happen? Why do they happen? The answers elude me. Imagine meeting someone at that precise point in time purely by accident. What are the chances of that happening?
The train came to a gradual halt. When I looked in before the train doors opened, I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw you standing right next to the door. I took a second look, and a third look to make sure I hadn’t made a mistake. When I concluded that it wasn’t a case of mistaken identity, I knew the next step I had to take was to check with you. Unlike the dance floor incident on New Year’s Day, I hungered for an answer this time round. Was that really you?
I’m still trying to make sense of your return over the past few days. And before I’ve made any headway, I get hit by a coincidental encounter with you. However, I just couldn’t muster enough courage to go up to you. And neither did you. We just remained where we were and went past station after station, till you finally alighted.
I don’t deny that this magical encounter stirred my heart. I must admit, you still mean something to me. You have been the only one whom I felt was compatible with my emotional depth and there had existed this deep emotional connection during our whatever-you-call-that phase, an intensity of which I’ve never felt before, and have never forgotten. I’m thankful for the chat we had later in the night about our encounter. It felt comfortingly familiar, and bits and pieces of the conversation revealed how we were in fact observing each other on the train.
All of this could be taken as a cause for joy. But I’m not so sure. I wouldn’t be so quick to perceive this coincidence as some divine intervention. Coincidences were aplenty with S but look at what happened in the end. Although coincidences may feel magical, they do not necessarily add any value to the bonding between two people. For now, I'll just look back fondly at the incident and marvel at how life always seems to offer something interesting round the corner.
I think I'm beginning to see some road signs you've left along the way. Perhaps if I choose to follow them and keep on walking, life might get even more interesting round the next corner.
7.30 pm
There’s something magical about coincidences that fascinate me. Coincidences carry with them an element of surprise, brought about by how an event occurs without any prior arrangement. How do they happen? Why do they happen? The answers elude me. Imagine meeting someone at that precise point in time purely by accident. What are the chances of that happening?
The train came to a gradual halt. When I looked in before the train doors opened, I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw you standing right next to the door. I took a second look, and a third look to make sure I hadn’t made a mistake. When I concluded that it wasn’t a case of mistaken identity, I knew the next step I had to take was to check with you. Unlike the dance floor incident on New Year’s Day, I hungered for an answer this time round. Was that really you?
I’m still trying to make sense of your return over the past few days. And before I’ve made any headway, I get hit by a coincidental encounter with you. However, I just couldn’t muster enough courage to go up to you. And neither did you. We just remained where we were and went past station after station, till you finally alighted.
I don’t deny that this magical encounter stirred my heart. I must admit, you still mean something to me. You have been the only one whom I felt was compatible with my emotional depth and there had existed this deep emotional connection during our whatever-you-call-that phase, an intensity of which I’ve never felt before, and have never forgotten. I’m thankful for the chat we had later in the night about our encounter. It felt comfortingly familiar, and bits and pieces of the conversation revealed how we were in fact observing each other on the train.
All of this could be taken as a cause for joy. But I’m not so sure. I wouldn’t be so quick to perceive this coincidence as some divine intervention. Coincidences were aplenty with S but look at what happened in the end. Although coincidences may feel magical, they do not necessarily add any value to the bonding between two people. For now, I'll just look back fondly at the incident and marvel at how life always seems to offer something interesting round the corner.
I think I'm beginning to see some road signs you've left along the way. Perhaps if I choose to follow them and keep on walking, life might get even more interesting round the next corner.