Trying to Get Back On

I guess I have found a new way to walk again, though I'm not pretty sure if this will lead me somewhere I can go everytime I need some shelter. But I felt something different as I went that street again, for I had been there many times before to find someone I had since long lost.

Unexpectancy encodes several virtues in itself that cannot be wrongly regarded at all as certain circumstances unfold them through the course of events. Whenever it is aided by spontaneity the result has a deeper meaning, it seems that, once in a while, something is really meant to happen. On Sunday my original plan had been altered by an unexpected lack of vacant seats at cinema, and I thought my day would be ruined. I had never stayed out from a movie, for I always manage to get tickets, even if the function had already begun, but it seems I wasn't meant to be there at all. Time was running out and I couldn't afford to waste it anymore so I rushed to the closest yet smaller cinema complex, to try not to let anything messed my day and got me angry. For a moment I thought of keep walking straight ahead to earn more time, but something told me to turn left on the first corner. In older days I had been there and felt I had lost my way, something that was supposed to be there for me but it had just slipped through my hands. I could still feel the remains of the loss but I just went that way again, just for the sake of it. I walked faster and I couldn't feel nothing, though, for I had been for a long time missing what I never could have.

As I got closer to my destination I could see a slim figure approching towards me. When we got closer to each other I felt I had seen her before: long brown hair, her skin slightly tanned, maybe as tall as me, and she wore a hat and long boots for it was a cool cloudy day, just like autumn days should be. I guess she had the same impression from me for she looked at me too, but the way she stared into my eyes intrigued me. She was quite pretty, and she kept looking at me the closer we were, and I did also follow her eyes. We both seemed to be in a hurry so we didn't stopped, but I couldn't help but thinking how odd things turned to be. Had I found tickets in the first movie complex I would have never walked on that very street and I could have never seen her. Fortunately I did find tickets for the movie I wanted to see and everything went fine. I'm aware I let that girl go but I feel as if now I knew where I can find her, but I didn't have that intense feeling of loss. In a manner of speaking that encounter brought me back the ilusions I had lost in recent years. An unexpected hope gave me back what I needed.

The eyes of a girl walking away from me produced a painful memory that had been bringing me down every time I recalled it. Almost three years later the eyes of a new girl brought me some kind of deliverance from the sorrow of the previous years. I think I would like to meet her again for I know I still have the chance to get close to her, even to find her again. But the most important is that running into her unexpectedly has given me new hopes.

I'm not sure if I'll see her again, though I will try to make it happen. But thanks to her the helplessness of the previous months has decreased a considerable extent. A little bit of wishful thinking does not harm anyone.