The sun was shining today, and there was a slight breeze. As I walked to another class across the quad I listened to "Bittersweet Symphony." Beautiful. And it got better.
I just came back from dinner, and I saw the boy with glasses at the dining center. He was at the dessert table...getting desert. I felt just like Amelie when she sees Nino for the first time (from the film "Amelie" : ) ). Heart was beating out of my chest and everything. I was walking to a table, and I noticed him walking behind me. He happened to be sitting with three other guys at a table across the room. Thank you, God.
My friend sat down with me, and I pointed him out to her. I've described him to her before, but she's never seen him. And she told me that when she had seen him, she knew that that was him. I mean, she knew that he was the boy with glasses without me having to tell her that he was the boy with glasses. I wore a huge smile althroughout dinner.
My friend told me to go talk to him. Are you kidding?!?! I am Prufrock. I just can't do it. If it happens, it happens. If we were destined to meet, then somehow we will meet. But not today.
He left the dining center with his friends, and they passed by our table. I didn't even have the courage to glance at him and maybe smile. I was just too afraid. I called myself a wimp as I stared at my half-eaten pasta. Outside the large glass windows I saw him and his friends walk away. Goodbye, boy with glasses. Oh, and you too,..uh...friends of boy with glasses.
Still, it was nice. Having my heart beat out of my chest while knowing he was walking behind me. That rarely happens with anyone. My heart's a flutter just reminiscing about it. I hope I see him again.
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"Are you kidding?!?! I am Prufrock. I just can't do it. If it happens, it happens. If we were destined to meet, then somehow we will meet. But not today."
You are brave enough, casting to the net
Your daily thoughts: not just of song
And film, but of the bespectacled boy you long
After. Your heart and mind sing through your fingers,
Even as your eyes avert. Still, the moment lingers.
Enter Prufrock! You - not the namesake, not the old.
Old Prufrock forgot before he knew, that life not bold
Offers nothing but ashes and the inability to forget.
You Prufrock, you already see the beauty in a nudging
Breeze, and thank God at each chance meeting of your
Nino. Unless you forget how to love what you have
Learned to love, so young - you cannot be as weak as
Poor old Prufrock. Unlike he, you observe - and name
Your demons now - not then. Then, when it will be too
Late. Unlike he, when the time comes, you will
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis.
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