Kirk

Nostalgia: a sentimental longing for the past. Nostalgia has been lasting me five days. Every time I lift my head from the pillow and realize that it's morning, I remember a day that should no longer be sentimental to me. It was a day five days ago. It's not so much the person I had been longing to meet, but it was the first person I was able to have a genuine conversation with. For days I had seen him come to do his work, and he was just a fixture for a moment. The days he was an absentee had me thinking about becoming a reckless fool again. I wanted to do something bold, put my reputation at risk. But Thursday was in my favor. I did not see it coming; my heart contracted, my skin crawled, and my intentions were ready. I was flattered in the sense that he spoke to me. It came as intriguing to me how he did not see me as the rest of those who worked with me. Something told him I had rebelled before, and I would do it again. But he did not give me enough to make me think that I was appealing to him. All the same, it's not so much the person, but the way he made me feel. After five long months, he was the first I conversed with, and it saddened me that I never got to see him again. So nostalgia, is now on my bad side. Everything i look at, think of, is because of him. Thanks a lot, air conditioner handy-man.