Ah, why does she look like that?
Why that face that smile like stars but is burdened like hurricanes?
Why does she look like an overpopulated earth that doesn't want its people to suffer?
The man thinks to himself while looking at the lady sitting on the bench in the park.
Slowly the man approaches the lady who hasn't even seen the 17th spring of her life. Slowly approaching her and trying to make conversation.
Hey little lady. Why do you look so sad in this beautiful snowy weather?
The lady looks at him with a confused look.
Me? Sir, who are you? What do you mean?
Oh, that must have scared you. Sorry, you just looked a little drowned.
No, I am all right.
Says the lady while slowly getting up.
You don't have to go I will keep moving. My bad to have ruined your peaceful moment.
Then the man starts walking toward the exit.
What an unusual person.
Says the lady while seeing the man moving away slowly.
The man still being captivated by the sight he saw talks to himself:
what could make a young lady look like that?
The man thinking like that didn't know that he was captured in a feeling he had never experienced before. That would later realize but it will be too late.
The feeling that eats everyone, the feeling so beautiful no person ever wants to forget.
The feeling of a butterfly wanting to go to fire although knowing it will burn it.
The feeling of the moon while going down so that the sun will rise knowing it will disappear.
The feeling of the last string of a guitar being stroked on a marvelous show that no one wants to end while everyone knows, it must end.
The feeling of a male spider going to the female's embrace.
The feeling everyone knows of its destructive outcome, but all want it with their whole being.
The feeling of love.
Days went by and the man still thinking about that lady would go to that same place every day as if it had become a routine for him.
Still not here?
Mumbled the man to himself.
Wait, why am I here? Why am I searching for her?
Saying this the man started walking when suddenly saw the lady again.
Ah, there she is.
Hmm, how do I start a conversation?
While the man was thinking that the lady approached her.
Hey mister.
Oh, hello. Fancy meeting you here again.
Sir, have you been following me?
Huh? No, why do you think like that?
Because you have been staring at me.
My bad. I didn't mean to disturb. It's not that I am following or stalking you.
Hmm, I see. Okay then bye. Sorry to have disturbed you.
Ahh, wait, if it's all right with you can we have a talk?
Why? Do we know each other?
Not that. It's just that I was captivated by you. So just wanted to know more about you.
The lady looked at him awkwardly.
No no. I didn't mean to make you feel awkward. Just that I wanted to know more about you.
Sigh, What a weird person.
Said the lady looking uncomfortable.
Listen, sir, I don't know you. Nor am I interested in interacting with you. First was your remark the first time we met and now this. Could you possibly be hitting on me?
Man suddenly realized what he had been doing and felt ashamed.
As to show how he felt he started looking down at his feet and said:
Sorry.
In a down and quiet voice as if he were a pet that had bitten his owner.
The lady looking at him felt sympathetic not knowing if it was her motherly instincts or her feminine feelings said:
There is no need to look like that.
She said while thinking maybe she was a little harsh on him.
So, it's just that you want to know about me.
But what about me is that interesting that you would want to know?
I am just an ordinary girl who goes to school and wears what other girls wear. So, what makes you think so highly of me?
The man replied instantly.
It's your expression.
The lady looked puzzled and said:
My expression? I remember the other day you mentioned it as well.
What is so unique about my expression?
The man who was still uncertain of his thoughts and how to express them fell into silence.
It's all right you can say them to me later.
Hah? Does that mean it's all right for me to talk with you?
Said the man with a mix feeling of surprise and happiness.
Yes, it's all right. I don't have anything to do as well.
Why did you come to the park in the first place?
Nothing just to get some fresh air.
Okay, let's sit over there and chat then.
The man said pointing at a bench.
Isn't that the place I was sitting before?
The lady asked surprisingly.
Yeah, it is.
The man looked shy saying this.
I see, you still remember it. It's a place I always sit.
Is there a specific reason?
The lady pointed in the other direction with a beautiful view of the whole park and the garden and said:
It's because I get a better view. Also, it is a relaxing place to sit.
They both start walking toward the bench to sit when suddenly the lady's phone rang.
Ah, let me answer this.
As the lady was talking on the phone her expression changed from delight to sorrow as if a show suddenly hitting a rock gradually sinks.
I, I must go. Excuse me if it sounds rude but an emergency happened so I must depart for today.
If it's an emergency I can give you a ride.
I won't bother you more than this. Thanks for the offer.
I still insist.
It's all right. It's not that far away. So, bye for now.
Hope everything goes well.
Thanks for your kind words.
By the way, if we meet again, I will take that as a sign of fate and maybe we could become friends then. Said the lady why hastily walking to the exit.
Fate? That is a nice way of putting it.
Hope we do meet again milady.
The man thought to himself while watching the lady moving further and further away.
Days passed but there was no sign of the lady to be seen in the park.
Fate? What a joke that is.
The man was getting more anxious and unrest.
He was anxious because 2 weeks had passed since he had no news on the lady. Wondering what may have happened that caused her to go so suddenly on that day. And he was unrest because of the mixed-up feelings he had.
Why am I anxious?
Why has this fate become something I long for?
Obviously, I shouldn't think much about it. Since it was a random encounter, we parted ways as we had come across.
Lose strings that were not attached would have no ground for holding each other.
So, it was obvious that we would fall apart.
But why do I still long for the attachment of these strings?
Days turned into weeks and weeks finally turned into month. but still, there was no sign of the lady to be seen.
The so-called fate was fate not favorable to me after all.
Sighed the man and slowly started exiting the park.
The place that had become like a second living place over long periods of visiting and vast days of visiting.
While leaving he encountered a familiar face.
A friend which he had made during the long time of visiting.
Hey man, once again you are here.
The man smiles. Yes, it has become a home to me like it is for you.
Well, I do live here unlike you who just visit it. Is there a reason why you always come here?
There is someone I want to meet. The fate I want to make happen.
The parkkeeper laughs loudly.
Well, that is surely amusing. Making fate that is.
Why would it be amusing?
Ah~, you see, fate is not something you can create. It's something you patiently wait for to occur.
I see. Well, I think I have waited long enough for it.
Oh, are you not going to visit here anymore?
Yes, I think I waited long enough for that fate to occur. But it seems it is not supposed to happen.
So, will you stop visiting here from now on?
Yes, although I may visit from time to time. As you said: fate is something to wait for.
So, who was this lucky person you were waiting for?
It was someone peculiar and unique, easily distinguishable from others.
I see, but can you be more specific? It sounds like your judgment is clouded by specific air.
Do you mean her appearance? She has a beautiful face, hazel eyes with brown hair. A beauty truly rare for herself.
I see, I see. I will let you know if I ever encounter such a beautiful lady.
That I would be grateful for.
Those were the last conversations of the man in that park. Not to be seen in there for a long time again.