Today I had luvly surprise, but one that made all my emotions go into overdrive..
I was sent a photo I had never seen of the “Girl on the Train“..
My heart started beating like mad as soon as I saw the small attached preview thumbnail in the email.
No idea why I was nervous opening the photo, but as soon as it opened, I just stared at it, and choked-up with tears in my eyes.
She was just beautiful! … beautiful!
I felt robbed! – I felt sad that as a 17 year old kid, I never had the chance to look into her eyes, and tell her she was beautiful.. I never had the chance to playfully whisper sweet nothings into her ear.. I never had the chance to embrace her.. I just never had the chance!!
I felt envy towards the lucky people that did get to do all the things I wanted to do together with her, envy against those that did get to spend time with her, envy against those that have been loved by her, and envy about sweet nothings that others had whispered to her..
But then I tell myself, .. what is the point on focusing so much on the past? – the “Girl on the Train” is still here.. I am still here..
Maybe… just Maybe, the un-sent letter I found was meant to be, maybe is nature’s way of saying.. “don’t worry Paul.. for you, we’ve saved the best for last”… Is a man allowed to dream?
Today, although 30 years older, I still want to look her in the eyes, and tell her she’s beautiful, I still want to playfully whisper sweet nothings into her ear, and I still want to embrace her..
I’m choosing to dream… I am going to dream.. and it’s a dream I’m going to my damnedest to catch! – as I should have done back then.
