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Friday, August 19, 2005

Oops..I did it again

She sat straddling his lap at the taxi-stand waiting out the 30 mins before those blue lights miraculously appeared on the roads again.

Damned movies. Always ended after 11pm and just before midnight.

She had her arms around his neck and they kissed playfully; biting each others lips and playing "mouth catch". Once ever-so-often, he would cup her face with both hands and kiss her meaningfully, passionately.

Whenever that happened, she was transported to another galaxy. Nothing and certainly noone existed alongside. Her brain turned to the consistency of melted marshmallows and her heart sounded like the hooves of a hundred horses sprinting through open fields.

She sighed when she open her eyes and bit her lower lip in a gesture of both anticipation and frustration.

She looked over her shoulder and noticed that a family had joined the queue. The parents glared at them, while trying at the same to direct their childrens' interest to the pedestrain traffic in the opposite direction.

They shouldn't be out at midnight in any case. Bad parents.

Suddenly she stiffened. A white T-shirt. Khaki bermudas. Birkenstocks.

Classic signs.

A pair of glasses. A shock of jet-black hair.

Can it be? No way.

She strained to look out the corner of her eye not wanting to turn her head.

She noticed his furtive glances in her direction.

Had to be.

Her heart tumbled into her toes.

Surely this was the retribution she deserved.

She turned back to look into the hazel pools but 2 centimetres from her face and was once again was transported back to that galaxy where she spent countless hours in.

***

She quietly inserted the key into the lock. Tiptoed around the dining table hoping that she wouldn't trip over someone's shoe, breifcase or any other incidental debris that lay around the house until the maid came.

She opened the room door, saw that he was still awake and fell into his arms. Asked about his day. He told her that he and some other colleagues managed to negotiate to get off work early. His colleagues went off to watch a movie. He thought they could finally spend some quality time together.

He was going to surprise her by coming home before she did.

But she never came home. Not until now. And it was already past 2am.

She kissed his lips, looked into his charcoal eyes and whispered, "I am sorry".

Too late.

Always.

Too little, too late.

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