Let's say....
For example, we were walking around the museum and suddenly you had somewhere you needed to be. As soon as the call was over, you hurried away, telling me to wait until you came back.
What would I do, I wonder?
Ah, I might think about calling you to ask what was going on. But, seeing you in such hurry, I would feel bad for stopping you even one second to pick up my call, so I would just drop it.
Would I go home then?
But I couldn't have known when would be the best time to call you, what if you were in the middle of something urgent or important? If you were to come back here and found out I went home long ago, wouldn't that be a waste of your time?
So well, being a yielding and over-thinker that I am, I would find a place to sit and wait for you like a faithful dog. A bench might have been placed somewhere near the entrance, if my memories served right. That would be an ideal spot.
The automatic door would occasionally open as people walked in and brought along with them the freezing wind of winter, but I wouldn't really mind. I could always entertain myself with something, materialized objects or imaginary plays, I wouldn't get bored too easily. That would be why, as long as there was be no other plan for the rest of the day, I would wait. If there was, I would text you and left.
Why didn't I just text you from the beginning and go home? I guess, to put it simply, was because you told me to wait.
That would be why, I would wait. Until finally, the closing time came, and I was politely asked to step outside.
Maybe I would wonder what took you so long and pondered whether or not I should give you a call.
In the end though, I would probably just text you one simple text, so that you wouldn't waste your time coming back to that place, and went home.
Then, the next day, so that there wouldn't be any awkward atmosphere, I would smile and greet you normally. You might give some reasons or excuses regarding the day before, or you could go with the flow and acted like nothing happened. Honestly, I wouldn't care either way. Because in the first place, I didn't really care about what you had to say, or not say. The only difference between this and that...would be the weight of the heavy feeling in my chest.
Sooner or later, the end for us would come. That would be what I think.
It wasn't out of resentment, malice, or sadness. It was just a destination of a pattern I knew all too well.
Let's say....
We tried to give each other a dream. Like we were actors on an improvised play stage. We tried, yes, we did. But a play cannot go on forever, therefore, before your stamina runs out and ruin the whole thing, wouldn't it be more appropriate to put an end to it, so the play can be completed?
Sounds wrong, you say? But many was saved because of it.
Ahhhh, but this is just an imaginary scenario, a script for a play, so to speak. Many things could go wrong. Many unexpected situation would come up. There are hundreds and thousand endings for a beginning. I want to write as many as I can think of. But unfortunately, I'm sleepy, my eyes are closing. Maybe another day.
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Childish...or adult... Using one word to describe something can be so cunning at times. The concept and definition existed in people's head are varied. It can be limited and simple, as well as it can be so complex that it makes you wonder if they can all be fit into one word.
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There's a shell that I refused to break for as long as I could. But, shell being shell, inevitably, one day it will break open. At that time, I wonder the innards will come out as a whole, or just an incomplete embryo that destined to die.