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The Stop at Sèvres – Lecourbe

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I’m sorry I can’t help being sentimental — even with sufficient compartmentalizing in this faculty — her memories still tampers with facility of felicity.

The drips of her optimism.

Those veiled salacious intent and dry tears of forgotten misery.

5 years is not something that’s easy to bury. Unearthing it is not an option too. Yet as I pass by the memorial site in my own memory. The wretchedness and those smile comes flooding to me uninvited.

The momentarily stop at Paris Métro is unexpected to both of us. And the first kiss at the station of Sèvres – Lecourbe is unexpected for me.

I’m the luckiest man in the metro station.

Then life interjected with career.

I wait and wait for time to pass by as I try to get home back to her.

Your goodbye silence is as unexpected as those first kiss — five years later.

I felt like I’m the loneliest man in the busiest metro station.

I almost hate Paris.

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I’m glad with her reply.

Even after 9 months later — calling me by full name stated much how her felt — tacitly.

That’s how she spell disagreement — as if I’m infantile.

Yet she purred and mew — as if she’s my favourite feline.

It’s not bitterness neither acquiescence.

She accepted it as it is.

I didn’t reply.

It won’t matter.

She finally replied.

And that’s cathartic.

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Written by cthulhu

August 9, 2010 at 1:54 am

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  1. Maybe I’m crazy, but…when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees rolling on the sidewalk or…ants crossing the road…the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk…little things. I think it’s the same with people. I see in them little details so specific to each of them that move me and that I miss, and…will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details.

    (Smiling directly at Jesse.) Like I remember the way your beard has a little bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow that…that morning, right before you left. I remember that and…I missed it! I’m really crazy, right?

    jannahtesl

    August 17, 2010 at 6:17 pm

    • I’ve to google the dialogue. I must admit I never watch Before Sunset (2004) or Before Sunrise (1995). Now, I’m looking forward for the nonchalant escapism.

      cthulhu

      August 19, 2010 at 6:44 pm

  2. It’s a talking movie really. Full of ideas. Watch Before Sunrise first, when the couple first meet, all young and naive and full of hope.

    Before Sunset is what happened next.

    No spoilers. Enjoy the movies.

    jannahtesl

    August 21, 2010 at 3:32 pm


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