Leaving class he had a look of question in his eyes. When asked to write this essay by his professor he wasn't quite sure what to expect. He wasn't concerned about his grade, not the opinions of people who may read the paper besides the teacher. It was a real question that he never really has asked himself. Have I ever given up on something special ?
The streets of New York City are baron this time of year, especially this time of night. Cold and lonely he walks down the street. Night classes were literal in the sense that they started at 9 p.m and often ran into the next day. The class summarized as 2 hours of actual lectures, and 2 hours of digression. This didn't bother him, as he respected his teacher enough to listen to his off-topic rants. However, tonight all he could think about was the question.
That night as he sat at his armoire, 2 a.m, 3 a.m..... "Have I ever given up on someone special?" He thinks to himself. He goes back in time. Friends he never talks to anymore, like Kyle and Dan. The comradary they shared in college has never been replaced. Past lovers cross his mind but he always gave them a chance to be the one. One girl did stand out although it was just a couple of days that they were together. Nothing ever happened, he felt the fire, but she put out the flames before they got any higher. He remembers her name, and everything she confided in him. All he could think about was how artistic she was, and the fact that up against any other girl she was never the lesser. How his lips wanted only hers. Ancient history.
Microsoft word was up and running on his computer. The vertical line blinking off and on with nothing preceding it. He thinks about a teacher he had at his previous school who sparked his interest on sociology. He never knew how interested he was in people and why we act the way we do. He misses the teacher as he does many.
Just like fire spreads through a California forest in the summer, the rush of words and experiences flow onto the screen, and before he knows it. His life with, his experiences with the people that he has forgotten has amounted into a 6 1/2 page essay of regret.
He prints two copies. One for his teacher and one for himself...
A reminder that you must keep the influences of your life as close to your heart as possible and although someone unique may not be in your life anymore it is never to late to pick up the phone....
Friday, June 13, 2008
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