La Bella Vita

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You were standing there watching, but only you knew of this action. I dug deep into my bag in search for my key, but this time, it seemed to be hiding from me. It’s almost as if my key knew you would take a few extra moments to reach me, to speak to me, to ask me my name. You silently stood as I continued to dig for what seemed like a lifetime. Just as I felt my fingertips touch the metal grooves on the silver key, I heard your voice for the very first time. It was like a melody flowing gently into my ears and I turned my head slowly to see what it came from. The sound was gentle, and my ears accepted your tone with ease. And every sense was heightened as I began to gaze upon your figure… 

I’m sitting aboard a train, one that I wasn’t sure I’d even get on. The step onto the platform was small, my bags light, but the gap between the moving carriage and the ground where I stood seemed larger than ever. It’s wasn’t the train itself, nor the destination, but this crippling feeling I felt deep inside my bones. It was this feeling that life was passing by too fast and I wanted it to just stop. I wanted to stop, breathe and take in my surroundings for just a moment. But I stepped on. Before the train halted, I noticed a man. To my right stood a fellow of average height who saw me struggle with my large number of bags. He asked if he could help and before I could answer he was putting my things on the train. He now sits a few seats away, minding his own business and going about his day. But before he sat down, he asked if he could help me move my stuff off of the train. To this I agreed. I think I was meant to catch this train. In the corner si...