There She Goes Again

She was singing. And subtly dancing. She weaved her delicate fingers around the mirror-like metal pole. The speeding train was half filled with people. A few of them took a longer than necessary stare at this animated girl who seemed unaware of where she is and what is around. She’s always like this. Bubbly and full of life. When she’s happy, she’ll show it. Regardless of where or when.

Sometimes, when we’re in a crowded place, she’ll pretend (?) like she’s about to kiss me. She’ll ease in real slow. And I’ll blush and start reciting a mantra in my head “she’s not going to do it…she’s not going to do it, She’s not…” And then when she got too close, I’ll panicked and say something like, “Hey there’s people around, Hun.” And then she’ll give me her common reply, “I wasn’t really going to do it.” And smirk at my defeat.

Emme has this sense of openness about her. Ingenuous and honest. In that sense she’s got more guts than I do. I am incredibly shy. My bubbliness is reserved for her and her only. But she inspired me. To not care. About what people might think of me/us.

“Let them judge”, she always said.

“They don’t know us. I KNOW you. And that’s all that matters”.

I promised myself that someday, I am going to dance with her, on a speeding train.
And I won't give a damn about anything else but my steps and this beautiful girl who is dancing around with me.