I saw him today unwanted and unsuspected. While I was being given a ride home my driver took the path that intersected with his shop. I sank in my seat and wanted to crawl to the floor. We came to a red light which left me smack dab with a clear view of his shop. I hated every moment, I wanted to close my eyes and look away, avoid seeing him at all costs. I couldn't look away. My driver was talking to me but I could not make out his words, they didn't matter, nothing he said mattered.
I was so scared to look, I looked and as soon as I did my heart dropped to my stomach. The shop was open. I saw him and died once again. He was wearing a cap, he had customers. There was a woman parking her SUV Lexus, he was guiding her and talking to her through the passenger window, I wanted to leap from my seat and bite her cheek. I was overwhelmed with jealousy. I hated her, I judged her and her basic car. I thought she was a basic bytch who would never swallow him the way I did. I hate that I thought this. I hate him for making me feel like this.
I was able to breath once the light turned green. I wish the shop would burn so I don't have to avoid the intersection. An intersection I've driven by a million times with no worry until I met him.
The drivers voice started making sense as I responded to small talk gracefully with a smile and a void.
xo
cora
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