After all these times that has past between us I see Edward Masen again.
Perhaps there is irony to this situation. The way he followed me first and now I want to follow him wherever he may go.
The air about him changed. He seems more him. This side that I didn't get to see before, and is not supposed to have seen. I remember his confidence and care, how they wrapped me like a puppet doll complete with strings just like a marionette. Those memories that we made is not lost, but will soon be coming out to play.
This charming side of his seems to excel at bringing people to him. Watch him and observe whatever they can, simply because he can and he invites them with his voice, his appearance and his tricks that deceives the optical visions of the eyes.
I wonder if his chest tugs the same way my chest seems to be tugging mine at the moment. Starting off as a rejoice, but soon thumping million stars across the universe guessing what would happen next.
He was not always like this. The version of him that I know is very private, devious, but frank and blunt. There was no reserve towards to me. But I didn't realise there was a wall.
When did we begin?
Did we even begin?
Because if I know I would understand the attitude he just put on display. It seems so natural, it feels that I don't know him at all. Everything that I'm not expecting.
You're not even expecting him to pop back into your life again.
He is merely integrating a single moment of my life. I should really get over it.
But this is when it hurt. I won't have him. He won't have me. We'll never see each other again, and we will definitely not be speaking to each other again. We just happen to be in the same space at the same time together- like most strangers to other strangers. And we won't acknowledge each other.
Everything will be back to normal after this. Not that it lasted anyway.
It was one in so many chances, it's a wonder what is in that pretty head of his.
It's funny how Edward Masen appears to be the diamond of the bunch when he doesn't even try.