Monday, November 06, 2006
YLove at the Cross Junction
A relationship, a marriage, a love between 2 persons can be view as two cars travelling side by side, heading to a common destination of their dreams.
For some, that journey is smooth, like travelling on the highway. For me, I have my fair shares of traffic lights and cross junctions.
At each cross junction, I wonder if we will take on a different turn, or would we just go straight. At each junction, I slowed down deliberately, to wait for him. Although it might seems that I am taking the lead, but I am willing to follow wherever he goes. Only if he knows where the final destination is.
At this particular junction recently, I swirled to take on a left turn. Filtering slowly and checking upon my rear mirror, I saw that he had stopped his car. He said that his engine was stalled. I gave him my patience and all the chances in the world to restart his engine.
I could see that he wasn't trying to get the engine up. He was sitting in the car watching other cars passed us by. I would have waited forever, but I decided I need to know why was he stopping here, for this is not our destination.
He told me, he does not know if he wanted to take the left turn with me, this time. He confessed that each time we past a junction, he had his hesistation. He was unsure if he still wanted to go to our destination afterall. His engine was fine, he wasn't moving, because he had doubts of the directions he wanted to go.
I told him to be brave and make a decision. Trapping himself up, is not going to take us anywhere. "Take the right turn, I will exit by the left. Only when you move on then you will be able to see in your rear mirror, the direction that I am heading for. Maybe by then, you are able to know if that is also the direction you wanted to go, and you wanted to go together with me."
He asked,"So what happened if I realized that I wanted to head the same direction as you. Would I lose you?"
"If you make a U-turn and speed down the road to catch up, you might be still able to catch me."
He asked,"Would you be gone, when I turned around?" I answered, "I am not sure. If fate permits we will still meet again, even if I take the left now and you leave by the right. Don't you believe in fate anymore?"
I didn't wait for his reply. I stepped on the gas pedal and drove on...taking my left turn... not knowing where I should head to...I just drive....
The only thing I didn't tell him was.... when we meet again, we might be on the opposite side of the road, probably with another car by our sides.... Holding tight to the wheels, trying hard to balance the well-up tears in our eyes, and passing each another by......
Labels: abstracted love story.