I was sitting by the road side, along the highway…
I was deep in thoughts. Thinking about how everyone feels I’m alright. How everyone feels I’ve got the perfect life..
I have no friends. No one.
People just vibe with me for a few, and then they leave.
Maybe I’m a virus yet to be discovered. Maybe I’m a weight they cannot carry.
I sat on the field, stargazing and thinking life through.
Close to the boulder on the field, there was a girl. She was watching the cars pass on the highway and smiling. Not the “I’m happy” kind of smile. The painful type of smile.
I tried comparing them; herself and the sky. I tried figuring out which looked better.
I was still rummaging through their details when she came close to where I sat and propped right next to me.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hello, good evening,” I replied.
“I’m sorry. I’m having a lot running through my mind. Do you think I could share your space with you?”
“Sure. No problem,” I said looking at the sky, sad that something else had won the beauty contest, and happy that whatever it was that won was sitting right next to me.
Maybe I don’t have friends. Maybe I don’t have close ones, but I cherish moments like this.
Meeting new people make me happy. Whether they leave or stay, I always learn something new.
It’s been twenty five years since I died in a car crash, on my way to see my wife after childbirth—the first child; in the hospital, and my ghost still sits in the same place where I first met my wife.
Tell her I love her, and my child has her smile. The one thing she defeated the sky with.