-
Text
2
Notes one last time (aki+toshiya) one shot.
Maybe we did love each other, somewhere behind our eyelids on the coldest of days when we needed the reassurance that there was still something there. We hadn’t even known each other at the time, did we? It was the middle of 2004, and the airport was a beehive of activity. Honest to God, all I had wanted to do was get out of my terminal, and climb in the nearest taxi to escape the haze of an early morning. Before I made it to the doors, I saw you coming towards me. Well, you weren’t looking for me, but I was looking at you before I could stop myself. I wondered why you were there, what you were doing, and where you were going.
Were you anything like me?
Two weeks later I saw your same face in a magazine I’d picked up in passing. I started listening, I started searching, for the same set of eyes I’d came across at the terminal that greeted Narita that morning. When I finally did meet you, and you told me your name, I felt as if I’d oddly known you all of your life. Surely, I was still a kid then, maybe mentally an adult, but still a kid. Oddly enough when you gave me your number, I maintained my cool.
We met several times.
In cafes between here and Osaka.
I knew I found love in your smile, but you knew as well as I did: It wasn’t going to work. This was years later, when we’d agreed to meet in a cafe in downtown Shibuya. You were trying to avoid the rain as much as I was.
We didn’t need many words.
Except.
“There’s somebody else.”
We know.
“Let’s do one thing together, Toshiya.” I ask you.
“What’s that?” He asks.
“Let’s walk home together. In the rain.”
To be together, before we go back to our routines that come with the year of 2011.
Before we can return to being only be friends, and continue to love each other in another time, another place.
