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Hey, stranger
11:21 PM
Hey, stranger

Music wafts out softly towards me as I gracefully place one stiletto heel in front of another, each unconcsiously measured and precise step formed over years from habit. One 3-inch high black diamante strapped foot in front of another, leisurely exuding an aura of quiet confidence.

The maitre'd recognises me and leads me to our usual table with a smile. There is no need for reservations. This is, after all our restaurant. He quietly withdraws and leaves me alone with my thoughts as though he knows that I want to savour every moment in private.

I know that I won't be alone for long. You always tried to be early so that I wouldn't have to wait for you. And I'm right. Before long, I hear your voice utter those two magical words.

"Hey, stranger."

I know you're suprised that I'm early tonight. Somehow, I know you won't bring yourself to ask me why I'm early this time round. And I'm thankful for that, as I'm not sure that I'd have the courage to tell you face-to-face, why. It would only make the situation more painful.

I wanted to be early so that I could capture every essence of tonight with crystal clarity. I wanted it written indelibly in my mind, for this memory will be my touchstone in the future.

Dinner is perfect. Its as though they know why we are here tonight and they are determined to make it a perfect night for us. And I do thank them for that. There are no tears, no recriminations, no might-have-beens and should-have-beens. We've agreed that just for tonight, we'll leave the past and the future aside and live for the night.

The pianist plays the very same song he did when you first asked me to dance. And once again, I remember that night where we danced under the gentle and forgiving nightlight. Wrapped up in our little cocoon, safe from prying eyes and wagging tongues. And you held me in your arms and made me feel that I was everything that I was.

Its bittersweet this time when you ask me to dance with you once more. You know I can never refuse a dance with you. And you hold me once again and we both sway to the beat of the song.

The whole night has been magically wonderful and perfect. How I only wish that it was the beginning of a hello and not the ending of a goodbye.

I know I shouldn't, but I can't help but wonder this.

"When will I ever hear you utter those two words again to me?"

Written on Sunday, March 25, 2007; 11:21 PM


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