The Avenues Mall, Friday morning, rushing out before it gets busy. The cell ringing, laughing out loud at his jokes, wondering where I parked. Second floor, heading towards the escalator, going up. Still laughing at his words, looking up, thinking I know this face.
I froze. It was him. I smiled, forgot all what I was told. I felt the need to say “hello”. He froze. He thought it was “me”. He smiled and I felt he wanted to say “hello” too.
I then realized I can’t say hello. But why can’t I? It’s been almost 7 years since we last saw each other. We grew up so much since then, at least looks wise.
Almost up, turned around and looked. He was almost down, he turned around and looked. He smiled once again and I smiled back. “Hello? Shopa?” a voice calling from the cell. “Yeh, yeh, just saw a very old friend, what were you saying?”
Was it the M you were looking for? ;p
The M was on the phone
Its a sign shopa a sign!!
lol, whats up with the 7 years pattern, i will tell you when i see you, but for me the Damn 7 is a sign
purg,
I do not look for any “M”
Miya,
A sign for what?
chika,
why wouldn’t you?
exceer,
isn’t 7 years a bad sign?