I'm a Hopeless Romantic
Just got back from London! It was excellent to see my pal Estee again, and London itself is brilliant. Very diverse, lots of interesting people and fashions, lots of things to do and to go eat at... I have plenty of photos and when I post those up; I'll explain my trip in a little more detail.
Today however, while waiting at the Kings Cross train station for my train home... I saw such a touching, romantic and heart-squishy moment unfold - so lovely, I have to tell you!
Sitting on a seat just underneath the departure board, waiting for my train to arrive, sipping my bucket of tea - I notice through the crowd, a very well dressed, young Chinese guy. He's leant up against a bill board, looking around, checking his watch frequently and clutching a single, red rose in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. He checks the time, looks around and takes a quick drink before going through the little routine a number of times. It's such an adorable picture, and I can't help but smile at his nervousness, as he waits for (I can only assume), the person the rose is intended for.
He's there for a while, I’ve nearly about half-way with my bucket of tea, my bladder asking me why I didn't just go for the medium cup and I look over again to notice he's looking very agitated and flustered. He pulls out a mobile phone and speaks to whomever - I don't know if he had just received a call, or had made one himself and as he suddenly storms off, my brain flies into a flurry of thoughts. I suddenly find myself worrying for the guy, fearing that maybe that call was from the person he was waiting for... maybe he/she had stood him up?! Maybe something had suddenly happened and they couldn't make it?!!!
I watch as he leaves my sight and I can't help but feel a little lost - the romantic story only half told and the book slammed shut way too early for my nosey-nose.
My bladder hates me - I've almost finished the bucket even though I’m not thirsty. It cost me, so I'm going to finish it all of it, damn it!!
Suddenly, the guy makes his way through the crowd, I barely catch a glimpse of him, but I do see him rushing off towards one of the train platforms - my heart skips a beat and I hope things have turned out ok for him after all. Was the rose going to find its owner finally?
The bucket is empty and I’m left to hold it, since there are no bins present in the station - thanks to certain past events. I lazily gawk at a pigeon greedily pecking a few tidbits around my feet and almost forget about the story, waiting in frustration for the platform I need to go to, to be announced. I notice a number of guys dressed in skinny-jeans, and can't help but think 'they've got balls to wear those.... small, squished balls. But balls non-the-less' (I don't see the attractiveness of them, personally.).
Wow.
Oh wow...
A fair distance in front of me was the guy in a tight embrace. His arms were around a very pretty girl, her clothes complimenting his Mod-style suit. Their faces were beaming, I lost count on how many times they hugged, kissed and shared a rosy chuckle. Such a delicate, shy, heart-pounding encounter, no need to question that these two were in love - they seemed utterly lost in their own little world, and didn't care that people saw their moments of Intimacy. I realised, I had worried too much, let my thoughts run away with themselves - I wondered if my unjustified worries, and nerves mirrored his while he was waiting for his partner? I certainly couldn't stop myself grinning as much as they were, especially when he finally remembered about the rose, and bashfully presented it to her.
If ever there was a perfect, truly romantic scene - it was that. A happy ending.
I found myself welling up with tears...... I'm hopeless :)
*sigh* :)
Today however, while waiting at the Kings Cross train station for my train home... I saw such a touching, romantic and heart-squishy moment unfold - so lovely, I have to tell you!
Sitting on a seat just underneath the departure board, waiting for my train to arrive, sipping my bucket of tea - I notice through the crowd, a very well dressed, young Chinese guy. He's leant up against a bill board, looking around, checking his watch frequently and clutching a single, red rose in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. He checks the time, looks around and takes a quick drink before going through the little routine a number of times. It's such an adorable picture, and I can't help but smile at his nervousness, as he waits for (I can only assume), the person the rose is intended for.
He's there for a while, I’ve nearly about half-way with my bucket of tea, my bladder asking me why I didn't just go for the medium cup and I look over again to notice he's looking very agitated and flustered. He pulls out a mobile phone and speaks to whomever - I don't know if he had just received a call, or had made one himself and as he suddenly storms off, my brain flies into a flurry of thoughts. I suddenly find myself worrying for the guy, fearing that maybe that call was from the person he was waiting for... maybe he/she had stood him up?! Maybe something had suddenly happened and they couldn't make it?!!!
I watch as he leaves my sight and I can't help but feel a little lost - the romantic story only half told and the book slammed shut way too early for my nosey-nose.
My bladder hates me - I've almost finished the bucket even though I’m not thirsty. It cost me, so I'm going to finish it all of it, damn it!!
Suddenly, the guy makes his way through the crowd, I barely catch a glimpse of him, but I do see him rushing off towards one of the train platforms - my heart skips a beat and I hope things have turned out ok for him after all. Was the rose going to find its owner finally?
The bucket is empty and I’m left to hold it, since there are no bins present in the station - thanks to certain past events. I lazily gawk at a pigeon greedily pecking a few tidbits around my feet and almost forget about the story, waiting in frustration for the platform I need to go to, to be announced. I notice a number of guys dressed in skinny-jeans, and can't help but think 'they've got balls to wear those.... small, squished balls. But balls non-the-less' (I don't see the attractiveness of them, personally.).
Wow.
Oh wow...
A fair distance in front of me was the guy in a tight embrace. His arms were around a very pretty girl, her clothes complimenting his Mod-style suit. Their faces were beaming, I lost count on how many times they hugged, kissed and shared a rosy chuckle. Such a delicate, shy, heart-pounding encounter, no need to question that these two were in love - they seemed utterly lost in their own little world, and didn't care that people saw their moments of Intimacy. I realised, I had worried too much, let my thoughts run away with themselves - I wondered if my unjustified worries, and nerves mirrored his while he was waiting for his partner? I certainly couldn't stop myself grinning as much as they were, especially when he finally remembered about the rose, and bashfully presented it to her.
If ever there was a perfect, truly romantic scene - it was that. A happy ending.
I found myself welling up with tears...... I'm hopeless :)
*sigh* :)