Do you believe in what they call, "soul mate"? How many times have you accidentally looked into somebody else's eyes and felt a surprisingly good feeling within and you tell yourself, "he is the one"?
This is not about "soul mates". This is not to define one nor to prove if they are real or if they ever exist. This is a story of a girl on a guy that she fondly calls now as her soul mate. A term she only use as a joke whenever she sees someone or whenever she meets someone that she like or that she could be fond of, like some cute guy who passed by. He could be an actor, too. It was an ordinary term for her until that one ordinary day in her ordinary life.
It was on a Sunday, February 24, 2008, around 9PM at the Centennial Airport, that her story began...
She was sitting at the airport lobby, keeping her friend a company while waiting for her departure time. She needed to go to the restroom so she asked another friend if she wanted to go with her (girls do the buddy-system, yah' know). They stood up and there, seated a few feet away from them, was a guy with a pair of happy eyes staring at her as if he was asking himself, "Wait. Do I know this girl?". It felt like he was surprised and happy to see her there. He didn't know if he should smile, she didn't know if she should smile back if ever he would smile at her. All she was thinking was, "What's with that look in his eyes? Have we met before?"
It was a short moment in cloud nine that seemed like forever for both of them (her friend oblivious to what was happening).
She knew they were about to leave then. His (she supposed) relatives gathered around them as she, and her friend, started walking away. He's with another girl, whom she'd like to think was just his sister and not someone he is romantically involved with (it wasn't hard convincing herself). She can feel his eyes still following them when they were a few feet away but when she decided to look back, she could no longer see him from the crowd. So it was time to brush off her wishful thinking and snap back to reality: they're saying goodbye, so there goes her goodbye to that pair of happy eyes, too.
It didn't take them long to do their thing in the restroom. She was hoping that when they get back she'd still find him there, still saying goodbye to his relatives, or at least see him in the line going to the departure area.
She felt sad when there was no sign of him. He has left and she was left behind with a heavy heart and a hundred of deep sighs. All she could say was, "there goes my soul mate..."
People may take it lightly (as if I am always joking) whenever I share this story, but here's the truth and I want to let this thing out and be written here so I will have something to look back to of that very short moment of that heavenly feeling with what she calls, her soul mate-- it was their moment and I never took such thing lightly. I was there. Heaven. It became a place that I am fond of visiting every now and then. A film that I would keep on rewinding and play it over and over again. A picture that will probably never fade in my head. An excited feeling as if something great is going to happen. Maybe not then but soon.
I know she will never forget that pair of happy eyes, a face as if he was really happy to see her, and a look with a question written on his face, "Wait. Do I know this girl?"
The truth is, they won't probably remember how each of them really looked like. I don't remember his face either. And she has never met him before. There could be a one in a million chance that he has seen her somewhere (an event with a common friend, at the mall, a supermarket, church, her, hailing a cab or just plainly walking along the walkway of Makati City) but I am sure they have never met before...
... and probably they will never meet each other again. They won't probably gaze at each other's eyes again and they won't probably have the chance to really ask each other the questions, "Do I know you? Have we met before?"
From then on, whenever she is out, she makes sure she looks into some stranger's eyes, hoping she would find that same feeling that she had at the airport. Wishing she'd see the same happy eyes that would envelop her and bring her to that moment in cloud nine. At the bus station or while walking. At the mall or even at the church. Call it pathetic but somehow I wish the same for her. And I wish he's doing the same thing wherever he is now. Somehow I wish he'd come back and try to find her.
Some says love doesn't come with fireworks. If that'll be her case, then I wish, at least, she will notice it when it comes.
This is not a kid writing her wishes for her prince charming. I am thirty but yes I still believe in fairy tales.
Will I see them and witness that look in their eyes again?
*sigh*
I won't probably see them together in the end.
Probably never. Or Probably again.
Readers have left 3 comments. 1. Untitled
ria, Unregistered my very dear, good, friend.... remember the movie serendipity? i believe in it, and i hope you do too! makikita at makikita mo din sya.... sa new york kaya? or sa airport ulit, around september. hihihihi! 2. Untitled
mae, Unregistered 3. Untitled
mae, Unregistered i am writing the next part  wwoohhooo!!! over na toh!!! LOL!  |
I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by 
The Writer Within 
Posted 2008-03-24 08:59:13
