Simply Unspoken

[michaelboy]

It was about fifty years ago on that night when we wrapped arms around each other and kissed in this community swimming pool. It was a Friday night swim-dance and this was simply a flash of a moment (perhaps all of three minutes) in the long stretch of decades, but certainly it made my mind spin a whole lot that night. Notwithstanding, I've carried it gently with me, ever since.

She was a year ahead of me in high school, so we really never interacted much and certainly never brought up the kiss with each other. Hell, I've never really spoken about it to anyone and it's been so long, that sometimes it feels... almost like it was never even real.

I saw her in Kroger's a couple of years ago. We exchanged a bit of small-talk near the greeting card department and I kept thinking the whole time that I wanted to somehow express gratitude or at least my acknowledgement for the unspoken...but it just seemed stupid, inappropriate and really out of place. I sometimes wonder, even though I hope -- if she remembers it.

Comments

[quotidians]

I think there are certain experiences where, even if you're still in contact with the person that was there with you, you know you can never breach the topic again. It's only natural to have the nagging doubt in your mind, to want to know if they remember it like you do. Some memories feel more like reveries when there's nobody to corroborate your account of events.