Unfinished

To me, you were like the wind. Easily felt. Capable of tearing anybody from their thoughts if you just blew curiously enough, which, you never had to. Also, you made me wonder where you came from. Not in the ridiculous sense of me knowing nothing about parents and their...Well, you know, without which you wouldn't be here. No, no, that wasn't it. Only in the ways that as a human being, you hardly had to try. You didn't have to have make-up on to look beautiful. You didn't have to say anything of great importance for people to listen. You didn't have to do anything to be loved for your perfect humanity. 1

It was in the times that you cried that I felt the most connected to human beings. Me, the only person on the bus with a seat all to herself, staring out at the world as if it could distract me from the churning turmoil inside me that was trying to understand your easy simplicity. When your tears fell and you looked passed everyone I thought for sure someone would say something to you. Perhaps, they didn't understand you either.2

So, here I am. The only person here dedicating this amount of thought to you, which is understandable. After all, only girls are present. They've other things on their minds. They don't see the little whisps of dark hair curl at the nape of your neck and wonder at it in fascination. I do, however. Though with slightly more dignity.3

Again, you were a breeze to me. Completely palpable but unnattainable in every sense. A free spirit. I was just a speck in your mind. A name to a face to a memory of an awkward girl. I remember, you laughed at my awkwardness and I could only smile. You really confused me sometimes, though, and then I couldn't smile. Sometimes you would look at me with this weird expression on your face. It troubled me, but then I would wonder if you were just thinking of something else and happened to be gazing in my direction.4

Throughout my whole time of knowing you, my feeling of being the blurred face in the background was what I felt most. I didn't trouble myself over you, though. How could I? You were standing at the top of a mountain and I at the bottom. The cloudbank between us cussioned any possible severity of feeling. With you, there was only a calm, slow wondering. 5

Now, what am I saying all this for? Well, I'm preparing you to feel the same complete and utter shock I felt when she called me one night. 6

Phone conversation:7

"Hello?"8

"Hello, Kasey?"9

"Yeah? Who's this?" 10

"It's Arron"11

......(Arron? Arron who? What?)12

(My recognition finally dawns)13

"Oh, Arron! Hey.." 14

(totally baffled and confused)15

"Hey..Say, I know this sounds weird, but do you think I could talk to you...in person?"16

"Uhh, sure. That'd be fine."17

"Alright, how about you meet me at twelve thirty tonight on the corner of Duaphine and Monroe St. heading out of town?"18

"Sure, I'll be there."19

"'Kay, bye."20

"Bye."21

End of phone conversation.22

Now, I'm having a complete brain fart. After all, who wouldn't with an event like this? I think back to the conversation. "Twelve thirty", she said. I look at my watch. It's 1:26, past 12:30. Then I recall the conversation. WHAT?! Twelve thirty at night? I was incredulous, but that's what she said. Great, Kasey! Just Great! Now you'll have to sneak out of the house. And you will, of course, because it's her. Yeah, her.23