It was her.
She was visiting a friend in Boston that weekend and decided
to take a walk along Newbury. Of all the places in the world
for us to be, we happened to be strolling the same street
in Boston. Ironically, our lives couldn't have been further
away from one another.
Seeing her confused me. It reminded me of being repeatedly
shunned, but also of everything I would be leaving behind
to go to school. A sad trip dipped even further into melancholy.
A brief conversation took place, and we parted ways shortly.
My friend asked me if I was ok. I closed my eyes and nodded.
What are the odds of this happening? Why? There were no
answers, and my friend and I walked on. I had to move on.
What better way to do it than by moving to a new city and
starting a new experience? Now that fresh start was marked
by something I had hoped to forget.
I returned home and began to prepare for my move. I wrapped
things up at work and said goodbye to the people I worked
with for the past three years. It was harder than I thought.
I packed up my things and moved them to my childhood home
in New Jersey. Left with only the absolute essentials, I
spent the last two weeks of my time in Virginia on my friend's
couch. Despite being ignored by her, the area had been good
to me. It felt like home, and I was having a hard time leaving.
At my farewell barbecue, she showed up with her roommate
carrying a dish. I suspect her roommate had alot to do with
her being there. Over the past year, I had mentioned repeatedly
to her roommate how cool I thought she was. My heart skipped
a beat when I saw her, but my heart had lost all credibility
with me. The roommate urged her to talk to me.
'Why don't you talk to Sam? He's leaving.'
She looked confused but reluctantly sauntered over to where
I was.
I don't know what made me do it, but I decided to try and
talk to her again, one last try. I was determined to strike
up a conversation. I knew I was leaving, but I couldn't
help myself.
She wasn't very chatty and zoned out in the middle of our
conversation.
I had enough. I decided right then and there that I would
not try to talk to her again. I felt like a fool. Though
I knew she was not intentionally trying to hurt me, it still
stung.
So I closed the door on her and went off to Boston.
I hoped new things would await me there.
[part 6]
About Silas Lee
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