The picture of this week Monday Memories is intriguing. Oh, well. Hope you all like it. ^^
Update on Oct 8, 2011: After reading CBCondez comment, I just realized that instead of “chair” it should have been “bench”! It’s true, I still have many things to learn. ^^
I let my friend leaving me in this park. I stop behind them. No one notices, obviously. All of them kept walking, talking, and cheering each other. I stare at their back, until all of them gone from my sight; hid by the fog on that turn.
Then, I sit on the red chair: wondering.
Wondering why no one of them appears from that fog; running and calling my name.
Yesterday, I walked my boy to this park. We both sat on a red chair. I held his hand very tight. Both of us looked at the cloudy sky. Until I found him looking into my eyes. His cheek flushed. It brought some red in his pale face.
“Mommy, I love you.”
My tears fell. The same tears that won’t stop when they bury my boy forever.
My girlfriend had this strange behavior. She only wants to go out when its cold and foggy. She said it would be cool if we spent our afternoon in this park, sitting on this red chair, wearing our coats. She just loved how the rain fell when we’re together.
And now, she marries to a man from a tropical country and lives next to a sunny beach.
Oh, dear, what an ex.