I never noticed that he had blue eyes until I looked in them today.
Ever since I had returned to Pittsburgh, I had been wondering when I would see him again. Yet, I didn\’t want to seem too eager, so I let things work on their own.
I had left a meeting, feeling slightly better from the mood that I had the previous day. It was snowing. The snow felt softly, the kind of silence settling over the city. I started wondering what I would do when I got home. Around the corner, I saw a few people hudding in the bus shelter. One guy was sitting down, in almost peacefulness.
I walked toward him and smiled when I saw it was him. I began to sit down next to him and he said, \”You probably don\’t want to sit down.\”
I slightly hesitated and stood back up. He tugged on my right arm sleeve and said, \”Or you don\’t have to.\”
I grinned and sat down. My hands were beginning to feel cold. We talked about the winter break and how it was so cold out. He mentioned that he had some insulation sheets leftover from his house. I made a mental note. I told him about a performance tomorrow that I was attending because of Sam, Dave\’s gf. I slightly stuttered when I told him about it and asked if he would like to come. He smiled that knowing smile and said \”Of course.\”
We chattered about other things and the bus finally came. We stood there in silence in the huge crowd. A comfortable one as we held onto our respective poles. I was happy that I didn\’t lose my balance and embarrass myself.
We got off at Wightman. I began to walk toward Wightman. He asked, \”Aren\’t you going that way?\”
I laughed hesitantly, caught red-handed in my intentions. \”You mentioned that you have the insulation sheets…do you mind if I could get them?\”
Company in the cold makes the cold more bearable. We had tea at his place, which I sincerely really admired and talked about life…our happiness and the lack of in the city.
I miss simple moments like this. No analysis. No anxiety. No judgment. Just true conversations.