I have seen her face before. I am sure. I’m terrible with names, but I know faces. And, her long dark, fairly curly hair. Her tan. Her… My heart stops beating for a few seconds. It’s her. It’s the woman I met at the library. I can’t walk up to her and say hi. She won’t recognize me. I’ve showered. I’ve got a hair cut. I’ve shaved.
I decide to turn away. I want to close my eyes, in order to remember her better. But I can’t. I’m outside, there are people all over the place. Instead, I’m listening to the the sound of her walking. She’s just a few feet away from me. I remember her smell. It was like beauty, and nothing I’ve ever smelled before.
The sound of her walking. It makes me so… alive. It makes me… It makes me want to turn around and just walk up to her, and… shout! I want to scream, and yell, and… I want to tell her… I have no idea what I want to tell her.
The sound of her walking is fading away, I’m watching people walk by, and I am watching the street ahead. What was I thinking? I wanted to shout at her. That was it? I wanted her attenion. I wanted her attention for no reason. I didn’t have any message or content. I didn’t have anything to tell her, and I didn’t have any reason for walking up to her.
I am so glad I didn’t.
And now that I’m watching the street ahead, I’m thinking that the shops are doing exactly what I almost did. They’re shouting at the people walking by. They’re using advertising signs to cover the sidewalk.
There are advertising signs everywhere. They’re just there. They’re shouting. Screaming. Yelling. They’re not telling a story. They just want attention.
And I’m thinking – phew. I am glad that I didn’t.