'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!! ##:::: ##::'##.. ##:: ##.....:: =========================================== ##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #490 !! #########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !! ##.... ##: ##:::: ##: ##...:::: =========================================== ##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "I Fell in Love Today" !! ##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Quarex !! ..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 2/10/99 !! !!========================================================================!! Was she even real? I honestly cannot even tell you. But before I get ahead of myself, I suppose I should start from the beginning. This is not some kind of metaphoric romp through the playground of my mind, this is the honest-to-me truth. There was a two hour break between my first and second classes, thus I decided I needed to do something reasonably constructive with my time, as it takes me a half hour to walk to my apartment. I sat down on a cold stone bench outside U of I's English building, and prepared to finish reading a reasonably bland Forster novel. By finish reading, I mean get from page 7, where I was, to the end of the book. I went along at a fairly good pace, enjoying the light breeze and the extremely cold weather, even if it was cold enough for me to wear a jacket. After some amount of time, I noticed a figure walking towards my bench. Based on the style of black jeans and the platform-ish shoes the person wore, I fathomed it was a girl. Still, I paid her little heed, and continued reading. It is not like seeing a girl walking near you on a campus of 30,000 is that strange of a thing. She sat down, however, not on the other empty stone bench, as is a common act, but rather right next to me on my bench, even though there was barely enough room for a person to sit next to my coat and backpack. And still, I gave her little regard, as it is hardly the first time a girl has come up and sat next to me when there were other seats available. I never question their motives, after all. After a few minutes, she began smoking. I normally abhor smoke, naturally, and so I instantly assumed my serene bookreading was going to get worse. However, through some beautiful turn of events, her smoke did exactly the opposite. It almost put me at ease, somehow. I could not help but smile all the while she was smoking. I was not going to stop reading my book, however, as I had to finish it by my next class. I did glance at her more than a few times, never being rewarded with anything more than the vision of her lovely ashen-reddish hair, and once or twice the tip of her nose. If she had ever turned my way, even for a split second, I would have taken the initiative and spoken with her. Once her cigarette was finished, she continued sitting on the bench, staring off to the left at some object no doubt completely obscured from my view. The longer she sat there, the more profoundly the sun affected me, and the more competely wonderful I felt. I took off my coat at some point, since I felt warmer than I had been in ages. Yet still I read. A tale of a beautiful upper-class Englishwoman who shirks her traditional lifestyle for the chance to marry a man in Italy. A tale of a chance encounter turned into an unbelievable, even if brief, romance. Where is the sense in all this? Am I dreaming? Did I forget to wake up this morning? And so it went on, I unable to do anything but sit and read, and she apparently completely focused on something over there. Over there, just on the other side of Wright street. This is Wright street we are talking about here. There is nothing fascinating on the corner of Wright and Fifth. What is she looking at? I still have to read. Then, the batteries in my CD player died. They should have been fresh. They had no reason to die on me. In almost immediate retrospect from the event, I should have talked to her. Did I? No. Shortly thereafter, she got up, never looking towards me, and walked away. She went down the sidewalk, her ashen-reddish hair flowing in the breeze as she went, and crossed Wright street. I saw her half-way across the street, then a van briefly obscured my view of her. As soon as the van was no longer obscuring my view, I realized there was nothing to obscure. She was gone. Yet, it seemed as though nothing could have moved out of the way that quickly. She could not have made it behind a building or onto the next street in that two second period. She could not. And I had no idea what to think. It got slightly colder just then, though the sun was still impressively warm for that time of day. And I went back to reading. Maybe I messed up. Maybe I did exactly what I was supposed to do. Maybe I really did just imagine the whole thing, I just hope not. I went back to my apartment, feeling perhaps more worldly than before, or at the very least a bit happier. I summed up the day to my first roommate to appear with a few simple statements. "I listened to track seven on this CD for two hours, got some plasti-tak for our posters, and tried to pick up my other English 300 book. Oh, and I fell in Love today." !!========================================================================!! !! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #490, WRITTEN BY: QUAREX - 2/10/99 !!