Wednesday, April 18, 2012

3 Game days


          I’m not even entirely sure what happened or how. I had met up with another group member and wandered up to use the ATM on the way out I headed down the stairs. Looking down someone I hadn’t seen in a long time said hi as he was going up. It caught me off guard and I turned my head looking up to hear his answer. My gaze stopped dead as I looked up and instead of meeting his eyes I caught yours. It sounds silly and you hear about it in movies, the moment when the lead characters’ eyes meet and the entire world falls away. You see nothing but the other person’s eyes, you hear nothing. The rest of the world stops and as horribly cheesy as it sounds, it’s true. I saw nothing but the perfectly pigmented hazel of your stare. I heard nothing except maybe a simple gasp from me. I broke the connection but I could still feel you looking at me. What made you turn your head? What made you look that way? Did you hear me talking to Matt? I have no idea but there you are. It felt like forever. I broke it before I had a chance to trip on the way down stairs. It’s really hard to forget moments like that especially when the guy you have that moment with has told you that he’s not into you. He’ll never be into you.

            I walked into the stadium and talked with some of our mutual friends. Moving to the back with the lead of my group, I take a seat and pull out my phone only to see a text from you. A simple smiley face, I laughed slightly and only responded with one word. “Yes?” Then you responded with, “I didn’t really say hi, so hi.” I laughed to myself, do you have any idea how adorable you are? I told you where I was and that you’re more than welcome to come say a proper hello. I chilled out and relax watching the two teams warm up talking to Jared a bit more here and there. It was cool to finally hang out with him. I saw you walk over into the section and look up seeing me. I pretend not to notice but I do. I watched you keep your eyes on me as you walked up the stairs to my aisle to lean in and hug me from behind. Your head on my shoulder I felt that rare smile creep on my face. I was tired I had been up since 4 AM; its 7pm and I didn’t stop myself from reaching up to touch your cheek as you hugged me. I stood up and we talked, you showed me the tattoo along your collar. I smiled. You noticed the dark marks on my left wrist and I laughed explaining how I tend to take notes there when I get into a project. You suggested the same thing my ex did about getting ink there. Not today. I know what I want my first tattoo to be. I wish you were into me. This is when I felt the change though. Something changed. I stopped caring as much. Stopped wanting to be the girl at your side. I love you in a way but I’m only going to put as much effort into seeing you as you do into me. It feels like none like you wouldn’t care if you never saw me again.  You have my number, my phones is always on so use it and call me.

            I didn't even see you show up at the next game. Ice was behind me and it was the first time I had spoken to him in 8 months. I will always love him a little no matter how much of jackass he is. I told him so as well. Called him an asshole and asked how he’d been. We laughed. He’s an alright dude and I have no beef with him anymore. If we cross paths awesome but I will not go looking for him like I used to. It was good to see him. Meh. He’s not you. He isn’t the dude who is standing there next to me staring at me but then again that isn’t you either. I was packing my bag when I heard someone call out your name, I turned and looked seeing you I just bit my lower lip softly before double checking my gear and tossing my bag over my shoulder. As I walked out I shot you a text saying hi. You seemed surprised to even know I was there. I told you I would see you tomorrow I’ll be in the area. That apparently made you happy. I shrugged and didn't think anything of it. I knew you would have that girl with you and I would like to keep that stadium off the list of ones I’ve vomited in. 

             The next day as my brother and his group of friends walked up to me and the rest of my family his best friend waved to me. I waved back and then got confused as the girl walking in front of them also waved at me. Once I realized who it was I took off walking with her. My bro’s group seemed shocked that I knew her as well. I couldn’t help but laugh as we took off walking and catching up. I walked up to the bar with a gal pal as we crossed the street I had my head down and sunglasses on. I saw you right away and I was trying to dig my ID out as you tagged me on the shoulder I waved and ducked my head down as we walked into the bar. Yea I know I kind of blew you off. I didn’t want to see you with her. I texted you about there being extra room near you in the stadium. There was and I still decided to stand elsewhere in the general admission section. I will pretend that I didn’t see you turn quickly to get my attention. Pretend I didn’t notice that group of people who were watching you as you nearly tripped over your own feet to say hi. I will pretend you are any other dude who may have tried to get my attention. Most importantly I will ignore how shitty it made me feel to stand next to you but you had your back to me. I will ignore you for now, giving my hopes of someday being that girl at your side a rest. I won’t be tempted to run to you when I get hurt, we aren’t that close any more even though it’s one of the safest places I know. So for now I will put my head down, turn my music up and carry on without you.  

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Blonde, not deaf.

       I hate to tell you I heard it all. I heard them ask who I was when I was away, why are you hugging that girl so much? This was after I was introduced to your friends. You were surprised that you knew some of mine.  This was after you nommed (ate) a cupcake I brought for you. After I pulled you to me and picked the crumbs off your scarf and you just watched, only protesting me slightly, I just crack a smile. You teased me about taking notes. I teased you for only having one color in your wardrobe. Your friends said I should have brought more cupcakes and that they have kitchens I’m more then welcome to come use to bake cupcakes in. I just laughed I wish I knew why I had my arm around your shoulders. I wish I knew why you tease me about my PDL team, about you being an ultra, about being so serious. I hate the way you get under my skin. No, no I don’t. I love it. I love being around you, the way you feel under my fingers, the way you look at me and somehow I manage to relax and get so very small feeling at the same time. I also heard you say that you’re bringing that girl to the next home game. I made a mental note to stay away. My heart is pretty fragile and I don’t want to spend the game wishing I was her. Wishing I was the one you plan on pulling to your side and look at with those warm brown eyes. I have to shake my head and laugh, knowing I’m being ridiculous about this. 

Monday, April 2, 2012

Running.

          When I was little I used to run. Everywhere. I was the family runner. I haven’t ran in ages, my knee cracks and creaks when I go upstairs. I hear it and watch as the bend makes a noise similar to rocks bouncing off each other. I feel my heart tighten and I miss running. I miss putting one foot in front of the other and moving. Feeling as close to a bird as humanly possible that if I keep running, getting a little faster and faster, maybe I’ll eventually push off and fly. The wind in my face the roar of music beating in my heart and guiding my pace as I imagine myself growing wings. Flying away from everything. Leaving my broken heart where I left it. I used to dream about it. Dream about running, dream about being free. I was always so happy in the dreams where I was running. A certain level of happiness I have never reached in real life. Maybe this is my sign. I think it’s time to start running again. I think it could be the one constant in my life. Something that never leaves me, never fails me. The thing that will miss me as much as I miss it. Perhaps it will give me the focus and drive I need to accomplish some other things I need to get done in my life. April 2, 2012. I Miss Ella for every reason you that you need, will start to run again.  Start putting one foot in front of the other and start moving forward.