Plus One
The MRT has been my comfort zone every now then. Let’s put aside the fact that it never seems to run out of people and every damn day I have to stand during the whole time and maintain my grab on one of those handles on the metal railing.
Amidst the overwhelming number of people everyday and an atmosphere of mixed perspiration and humidity, I find every so often, a sense of loneliness embraced with hope just being there.
The other day, I watched a couple hold hands the entire time they were standing. The man placed a protective arm around his girlfriend and whispers words I cannot comprehend but from the look on the girl’s face, the words provided comfort in light of the obvious stressful situation and urge to scream.
Yesterday, going home, I watched a couple with a baby. The mother is holding the baby steadily while the baby tries to stand on its feet. The father on the other hand had an unreadable expression on his face while watching his child and wife, then he turned to his wife and kissed her on the cheek, just like that.
Being single lets me appreciate these moments and while they make me realize I am lonely, all the more I’m hopeful that someday, I’m going to have one that will last. It’ll be me plus one.
April 27th, 2005 at 9:59 pm
hello… so that day you were feeling the down side of being single? =)
nxt time u get in that drag, remember: Don’t rush into falling in love, for love never runs out. If others make fun of you because you’re single, tell ‘em this - God’s still creating a wonderful love story. =P