a collection of stories

a day captured

 There was no pictures proving the events of the meeting. All there is left are movie tickets for two, and his own memory.

"My memory," he said to himself, "But memories fade. What then do I have left? The day was filled with so much more than just watching a movie! I shall, as I still can remember, remember true, for so easily can one forget details."

And so that night the moon had a companion. As the world was silent, deep in sleep, he too was silent with it, deep in thought, remembering...

...remembering himself waiting anxiously for his elementary classmate, with it already being 20 minutes past the time that was agreed on.

...remembering himself seeing a stranger's face bearing familiar features, and his fear of meeting the wrong person.

...remembering himself talking, and his alarm at the silence in which she responded, or "Nothing" in the few moments where she did speak.

...remembering himself looking at the reflection they cast on the window of the subway, his handsome attire and her beautiful figure.

...remembering his exasperation, "at least her smile sort of makes up for her clumsy and shy persona."

...remembering the moments where he was tired of words, and the conversation was void.

...remembering them buying the tickets, and steering her towards the right direction to Krispy Kreme.

...remembering himself enjoying the texture of the donut, enjoying the short time where words were not necessary.

...remembering his surprise that it was past time for the movie to start, and her laugh when he made a comment of his previous case of being late for a movie.

...remembering himself putting on his glasses, and noticing as she mirrored the action.

...remembering himself offering her popcorn, and her hand reaching to get just a few.

...remembering himself sinking into the story of the movie, slightly wondering how he ended up with such "interesting" company.

...remembering his dissatisfaction of the movie's plot holes.

...remembering himself deciding against sitting through end credits, and led the two of them out of the theater.

...remembering that the time of that was 4:20.

...remembering himself wondering if he should take her home and call it a day.

He opened his eyes. Smiling, he spoke softly to himself, "Well, aren't you happy that you didn't?"

He drifted back to his previous state.

...remembering them waiting for the subway that would take her home

...remembering his spur-of-the-moment decision to pull her to the one opposite.

...remembering himself hearing of a birthday surprise she received in Daan park.

...remembering them leaving through Daan station.

...remembering himself prompting her to lead them to where it had happened.

...remembering himself fishing out the details of the birthday surprise, phrase by phrase.

...remembering himself standing by the lake, tired by the minimal interaction.