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Creative Caffeine: Don't Forget This

This is another Creative Caffeine entry that was created on March 12th.  The prompt was "don't forget this."

I really like this Creative Caffeine that Janis Cooke Newman has created.  The daily prompts definitely stokes the creativity.

Like the previous entry, this a mixture of fantasy and reality.  This time around, I would say it's about 80% reality and 20% fantasy.

Sigh.  I need to stop writing about this woman.  I'll get there one day.

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Don't Forget This
Randy Wong
03/12/2009

She was my best friend.  I figured there was nothing we couldn't talk about.  We started to have our long conversations in the middle of the afternoon.  I would finish my work early so that I could drop by her office where we chatted.  She seemed quite pleased to see me, and we would have a lot of fun discussing every topic imaginable.  She was born in Spain, so she would have a lot of questions regarding American culture, whereas I had questions about different countries that she visited since she loved to travel.  We spent many hours discussing things and learning about each other.

One day, we had lunch together and had a great conversation.  After lunch, I followed her back to her office, and continued our discussing.  We ended up talking the entire afternoon.  I had started the habit of talking to her at the end of the work day, and then I would walk her out as he left for the day.  From there, I would start our talks earlier in the afternoon, and the conversations would last longer.  That day, we talked for about five hours.  The next day, we did the exact same thing - we have lunch for about an hour, and then continue the talk in her office, and then finish the day with me walking her downstairs and to the lobby of the office building.  This time, we talked for about five and half hours without stopping.  The very next day, we agreed that we needed to stop talking for the entire afternoon.  We would probably get in trouble for it sooner or later.

Then, one day, something changed.  I asked her what was on her mind, but she would not talk about it.  This continued for a few days, and I was getting worried.  After lunch one day, I walked her towards the stairs, where I would leave her as she walked to her office on the second floor (my office was on the first floor.)  She started to walk away after a normal "see you tomorrow", but I stopped her.  I told her to stick out her right index finger.  Confused, she asked why.  I just repeated the request.  I then stuck my right index finger out and wrapped it around hers.  I told her that no matter what happened, for the rest of our lives, we were "like this."  I told her that our friendship would keep us bounded forever, no matter what happened to us.  I asked her if she understood what I was talking about.  She nodded.

One day, she announced that was ready to go back to Spain.  Her plan from the beginning was to work in the United States for about ten years, then go back to Spain to start a family.  She told me this from the beginning, so I knew it was coming sooner or later.  She asked me if I would visit her, and I told her that of course I would.  Even though I have a fear of flying, I would fly in an airplane and visit another country just for her.  And, if I can't get myself to fly, I would cross the Atlantic Ocean on a raft paddling all the way with a broken chopstick.  She laughed.

Her last day at the company finally came.  She had been busy packing and making arrangements to ship her car and other personal belongings overseas, which was something of a nightmare to deal with.  She had been attending different goodbye dinners with her friends, and on her last day, she said goodbye to all her friends at the company.  I helped her box up her belongings from her office and put them in her car.  We were the only ones left.  It was probably the longest day of my life.  We looked at each other silently.  This was it.  I know I promised I would visit her, but the sad truth was that she was moving in with her new boyfriend, and that meant I could not truly express what I felt for her because it would be wrong and it was too late.  I had planned something special for her, but I hesitated.  Should I do this?  Would this make a difference?  Maybe, deep down inside, we both knew that this was the end of something special?  I took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out two iPod Shuffles.  There was only one song - the same song - on both iPods.  It was Steve Tyrell's cover for the great Jerome Kern and Dorothy Fields song The Way You Look Tonight.  I took one of the iPods and clipped it her shirt.  I clipped the other one to mine.  Next, I attached the headphones for both of us.  She smiled curiously, wondering what I was up to.  I turned both iPods on, and hit the play button.  The lovely string arrangement begins and I stepped back.  I took a bow, in a real old fashioned Hollywood musical sort of way, and grabbed her hand.  As the vocals began, I stepped in and danced with her cheek to cheek.  During the musical bridge, I grabbed her waist and spun her - wildly, deliriously, and lovingly.  We both laughed.  Finally, as the song reached its crescendo on it was to the final note, I picked her up into the air and spun slowly in place - something else I saw in a movie.

As the song ended, I turned off the iPods, unplugged and removed them.  For a moment, we just stood there looking at each other without saying a word.  I took a deep breath, and said what I had to say.

"Thank you for that.  I will never forget this for the rest of my life."

She smiled and nodded.  She kissed me on the cheek and got into her car.  I just stood there and watched as she drove away.

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Fantasy or reality, I

Fantasy or reality, I couldn't tell, and in either case, it was lovely. Susan

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thank you

Thanks for the comment. I made one edit to the entry. I song title is now a hyperlink that goes to a my Media page, so you can actually here the actual MP3 music file I was referring to.

Randy Wong