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I haven't updated or even read anything on livejournal in ages, but this happened the other day and I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I was on the free shuttle around Christchurch after taking Ben to the airport and we were stopped by the bus exchange and this girl got on. And she was waving across the street as she got on and then she ran to the window and waved even more. She just kept waving and smiling and waving and smiling and then she just started weeping. She would turn out the window, grinning and waving and then she'd turn into the bus and cry and cry. And I just...always thought I'd be one of those people who sees a stranger crying and holds their hand or something, and I knew just exactly why she was crying and I knew without looking that if I looked out the window, I'd see her best friend waving enthusiastically from across the road, and I've been there so much. I know that pit in your stomach when you say goodbye and you know that you'll see them again, but who knows how long it will be and it just hurts like fucking hell and there's nothing you can do about it. I wanted to be someone who held her hand and told her that I'd been there and that it would be OK, but I just couldn't. I couldn't. And then the bus finally moved and she abandoned waving and she just started crying and as we drove away, I saw her friends (there were two), and they were still waving. She was just crying and she couldn't see them but they were still waving until we went around a corner. Anyway, I got off the bus at the next stop because I didn't want her to see me crying, too.
I was on the free shuttle around Christchurch after taking Ben to the airport and we were stopped by the bus exchange and this girl got on. And she was waving across the street as she got on and then she ran to the window and waved even more. She just kept waving and smiling and waving and smiling and then she just started weeping. She would turn out the window, grinning and waving and then she'd turn into the bus and cry and cry. And I just...always thought I'd be one of those people who sees a stranger crying and holds their hand or something, and I knew just exactly why she was crying and I knew without looking that if I looked out the window, I'd see her best friend waving enthusiastically from across the road, and I've been there so much. I know that pit in your stomach when you say goodbye and you know that you'll see them again, but who knows how long it will be and it just hurts like fucking hell and there's nothing you can do about it. I wanted to be someone who held her hand and told her that I'd been there and that it would be OK, but I just couldn't. I couldn't. And then the bus finally moved and she abandoned waving and she just started crying and as we drove away, I saw her friends (there were two), and they were still waving. She was just crying and she couldn't see them but they were still waving until we went around a corner. Anyway, I got off the bus at the next stop because I didn't want her to see me crying, too.