{"id":690,"date":"2012-11-04T21:25:23","date_gmt":"2012-11-04T21:25:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/illumination2.wordpress.com\/?p=690"},"modified":"2012-11-04T21:25:23","modified_gmt":"2012-11-04T21:25:23","slug":"saturday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/2012\/11\/04\/saturday\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday"},"content":{"rendered":"

Saturday<\/strong><\/p>\n

The taxi was old and rickety. I watched it as it made its way slowly down the street. A couple sat in the back. The man looked straight ahead. The woman looked out the side window. I know them. How long has it been since the big day: the wedding? Four years give or take a couple of months. How long ago did the raised voices late at night become a constant source of distraction? Two years give or take a couple of months.
\nAnd how long before the wedding were the walks in the evening, hand in hand; the whispering; the giggling? The outings? Maybe a couple of years give or take a couple of months.
\nI have marked time by the events in their lives.
\nMore importantly, I think I have been here too long. Time to move on.
\nBut to what? To where? It’s not like I have it any better than them. Yeah, there is a case to be made for two people who may be unhappy together over the single person haunting a building he calls his house, but does the headache beat the loneliness?
\nI know you will ask if I am lonely, why don’t I do something about it? Good question: complex answer.
\nWhen Cupid came for me, I was having a bad day. So instead of leaping for joy, I said f**k it all, and went my way. But the arrow was in my heart, so I had no peace. Then work issues cropped up and I went round like the living-dead for a couple of months. By the time I sorted that out and came back to myself and senses, it was too late. Even I could see how bad it looked. I wasn’t that guy, but my actions made me look like some vindictive, callous, unfeeling, selfish fellow who is nasty if he doesn’t have his way or get what he wants. I am not. But R. Kelly got it right when he sang (paraphrased) “Cause when a woman’s mind is made up (no matter how you beg no) There ain’t nothing you can do about it. It’s like running out of luck …”<\/p>\n

The taxi has stopped. The man gets out, pays the driver and goes in the house with not even a single glance: the lady could have gone away with the taxi for all he cared. The lady follows shortly afterwards, bag in one hand and shoes in the other.
\nLovely lady, I would have been perfectly happy with her if she was free and my heart was otherwise unoccupied. But I guess beauty and character are not always enough to keep the fire burning in a man’s heart, but I have been told that for a lady, the fire burns almost unceasingly: maybe, maybe not.<\/p>\n

So if that’s not working out, why don’t I look elsewhere? You would be surprised at the reasons … as it is said in these parts: “… condition …”
\nBut enough about me. I can hear the voices again: anger, despair and disappointment rolled into one.
\nSame lips that whispered those 3 universal words; that recited vows with glinting eyes in front of a few hundred well wishers and family.<\/p>\n

Why won’t you give me a chance? Why do I make you so uncomfortable? All I want is to see you smile at me.<\/p>\n

The raised voices are replaced by the noise of the crowd at a soccer game. Their TV.<\/p>\n

I will see them in church tomorrow. Nicely dressed. We will share a word or two of greetings when the service is over. We will smile and comment on how the weather is changing. I expect to hear their raised voices later in the day while I think about you.<\/p>\n

Time passes. Nothing changes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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