I've never posted on here before, so let's hope I get it right. :)
This is kinda different, but it popped in my head.
I disclaim. I own nothing.
It's amazing who you meet, really, just walking down the street. So many different people, so many stories of pasts and hopeful futures, but what happens when they intertwine? When you find that two of those tales combine and you seen a half of one person in another?
I'm a born observer. Why bother with my own life when there are so many others out there? Really, when I think about it, it's a temporary escape from reality. To stroll down the street or sit on a bench just to watch the world go round.
I see myself in others, true. My mistakes continue to haunt me and all I have left is the here and now. My writing, myself. For a long time, I used to wonder what else you could possible, genuinely need, but then I met them.
I see them often. Most of the time they're together, sometimes playful, sometimes arguing, but never lacking that one thing- love. I see them apart too. Him pining for one out of his grasp, and her, trying to sort out truths and consequences in her mind, trying to pull out the best outcome for all.
And how do I know? Though I feel I know them so well, to each I am but an acquaintance. I met him first and as I look back on it, I can't help but smile.
*Flashback*
It was the day that I will forever call 'the Anniversary'. The second anniversary, in fact, of the biggest, most regretted mistake in my so called life. As usual, I had to suppress my pain one way- drinking. Walking into the smoky bar I headed over to order a drink.
A handsome, blond was sitting on a near stool drinking his own sorrows away. He looked younger than most of the grungy guys in here and despite signs of drunkenness, he looked like a nice guy, not some rich college kid trying to obliterate a petty problem, but then I realized, that those were the signs of only one thing. This guy was lovesick.
"Can I get you something miss?" The bartender asked me, most likely annoyed that I liked the blond more. Oh brother.
"White wine."
"Classy," I heard the blond mutter and I turned to look at his empty glass., then back at the bartender
"And this... fine gentleman here will have..."
"Scotch."
"Scotch, it is."
I scrambled for something to say as I waited for my drink. Like I said, I'm more of an observer.
"So... she dump ya?"
He turned to look at me in disgust and sneered. "That would have involved going out. I can't even get that far."
"Self-pity. That's attractive."
"Your nosiness as well." He swallowed another shot and threw me a glare.
"Hey- what can I say? I just want to help."
"You wanna help? Get me Chloe." He tapped his glass against the bar motioning for another and I sipped my drink.
"You know, maybe I will."
He snorted, "Watch your back."
I stood up and gathered my things, ready to leave. My destructive mood was ruined. I'd have to cry myself into oblivion instead.
"Need a ride?" I offered, but he refused.
"Nah, I'll call someone. That or pass out."
I shook my head. "Okay."
I walked to the door but looked back at him. He was definitely gorgeous and he had this sense to him. If I had been looking for a relationship, or even a one night stand, it would've been him. But he was looking for an escape and I, I was a drifter looking for a friend; a passerby just looking out for another. But somehow, I knew I'd see him again.
*End Flashback*
I did see him again, many times, and each time, I became more and more determined to reach my goal. He would get Chloe, for his sake and for my heart.
This is kinda different, but it popped in my head.
I disclaim. I own nothing.
It's amazing who you meet, really, just walking down the street. So many different people, so many stories of pasts and hopeful futures, but what happens when they intertwine? When you find that two of those tales combine and you seen a half of one person in another?
I'm a born observer. Why bother with my own life when there are so many others out there? Really, when I think about it, it's a temporary escape from reality. To stroll down the street or sit on a bench just to watch the world go round.
I see myself in others, true. My mistakes continue to haunt me and all I have left is the here and now. My writing, myself. For a long time, I used to wonder what else you could possible, genuinely need, but then I met them.
I see them often. Most of the time they're together, sometimes playful, sometimes arguing, but never lacking that one thing- love. I see them apart too. Him pining for one out of his grasp, and her, trying to sort out truths and consequences in her mind, trying to pull out the best outcome for all.
And how do I know? Though I feel I know them so well, to each I am but an acquaintance. I met him first and as I look back on it, I can't help but smile.
*Flashback*
It was the day that I will forever call 'the Anniversary'. The second anniversary, in fact, of the biggest, most regretted mistake in my so called life. As usual, I had to suppress my pain one way- drinking. Walking into the smoky bar I headed over to order a drink.
A handsome, blond was sitting on a near stool drinking his own sorrows away. He looked younger than most of the grungy guys in here and despite signs of drunkenness, he looked like a nice guy, not some rich college kid trying to obliterate a petty problem, but then I realized, that those were the signs of only one thing. This guy was lovesick.
"Can I get you something miss?" The bartender asked me, most likely annoyed that I liked the blond more. Oh brother.
"White wine."
"Classy," I heard the blond mutter and I turned to look at his empty glass., then back at the bartender
"And this... fine gentleman here will have..."
"Scotch."
"Scotch, it is."
I scrambled for something to say as I waited for my drink. Like I said, I'm more of an observer.
"So... she dump ya?"
He turned to look at me in disgust and sneered. "That would have involved going out. I can't even get that far."
"Self-pity. That's attractive."
"Your nosiness as well." He swallowed another shot and threw me a glare.
"Hey- what can I say? I just want to help."
"You wanna help? Get me Chloe." He tapped his glass against the bar motioning for another and I sipped my drink.
"You know, maybe I will."
He snorted, "Watch your back."
I stood up and gathered my things, ready to leave. My destructive mood was ruined. I'd have to cry myself into oblivion instead.
"Need a ride?" I offered, but he refused.
"Nah, I'll call someone. That or pass out."
I shook my head. "Okay."
I walked to the door but looked back at him. He was definitely gorgeous and he had this sense to him. If I had been looking for a relationship, or even a one night stand, it would've been him. But he was looking for an escape and I, I was a drifter looking for a friend; a passerby just looking out for another. But somehow, I knew I'd see him again.
*End Flashback*
I did see him again, many times, and each time, I became more and more determined to reach my goal. He would get Chloe, for his sake and for my heart.