Passenger Seat

Some melancholic acoustic music wafts from the car stereo through the air.  It’s like one of those scenes from MTV- the cam’s focused to the panoramic view from the windshield  while somebody’s driving a car. She’s on the passenger seat, eyes absorbed on the road ahead, occasionally glancing on either side and perhaps humming to the song’s tune.

 Her mind  is just wading through the unknown depths of her heart.

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The MTV-like setting continues. As the car rolls along, the picturesque view outside- from the azure skies with cottony clouds, purple mountains to the lush ricefields and shady trees-  flows backward.  Her eyes would probably be feasting on the sight unfolding before her  but she doesn’t seem to notice any of these. Not that she’s blind nor too unappreciative of such sheer beauty.  Her mind  is just wading through the unknown depths of her heart.

The rhythm of the  music from the stereo gently joins with the song in her heart merging into such a manner that creates a kaleidoscope of  emotions.   What unexplained gladness her heart feels!

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Her eyes goes past the steering wheel, then to the hands  maneuvering it.  Tapping lightly to the beat of the music, the owner of those deft hands is the cause of her extreme yet restrained happiness.  She steals a glance at him from one side and soon finds herself locked into his deep black eyes.  How she admires such focused eyes.

…the owner of those deft hands is the cause of her extreme yet restrained happiness..

She desperately wants to start a conversation.  What is on his mind right now is as vague as a mystery to her. He seems to be, as she notice it,  the silent-gentlemanly type. Earlier, as she was about to climb into the car, he had been a bit chatty.  Her heart almost leapt with that. But still,  she had to respond to his questions with rather restrained enthusiasm.

“You seem to be enjoying the music..”

Immediately, she regains her conciousness as she hears his voice. She tries to utter a yes and then give some comments just to carry on the conversation..  But she ends up nodding only  in agreement. He asks her something about her job which she honestly responds, carefully choosing her words.  She doesn’t know if he’s absorbing them.  He appears to be listening- occasionally shifting his gaze to her and the road ahead.  This is the first time he’s driving for her, and the first time they are together- alone.  And most probably, the last.  The sad thing, he’s not even aware of it- all of it.  The fact that she’s leaving and those suppressed feelings.  Those thoughts quickly cause the heartache she has been trying to hold back  all along to even stir up.

The fact that she’s leaving and those suppressed feelings.

She hopes she could freeze that moment. Or probably immortalize it into a film that she can watch over and over again until it becomes already a permanent part of her memory. She sighs heavily and silently curses herself for what she considers her “stupidity.”

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They finally reach their destination.  She hurriedly opens the car door by herself, afraid he may notice the tear that is about to fall from her eyes…

…afraid he may notice the tear that is about to fall from her eyes…

*wrote this sometime in 2007 and posted to my old xanga blog. Photos copied only from the net.
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