Freedom is my religion

I'M A SIMPLE GURL WITH SIMPLE DREAMS. IN MY SIMPLICITY MY WORKS ARE CREATED. & IN MY SIMPLICITY, DO NOT TAKE FROM ME WHAT ISN'T YOURS. ASK, A SIMPLE MIND (USUALLY) OBLIGES.

Disclaimer: All entries are solely based on the imagination, thoughts & reflection of the writer. Any resemblance to persons alive, dead, or anywhere in between is purely a guilt trip, & a coincidence.

Friday, June 23, 2006

I cannot help but admire, (with great undeniable jealousy) the jc couple that sat opposite me in the train last sunday.

No, I'm not lonely. No, he was not the best looking guy. Nope, she was not the prettiest gurl. No, I don't like the guy, & I don't like the gurl either.

so what the hell was it?

I just cannot help but see how simple her stalk of sunflower was. I bet it wasn't even from him. I cannot help but see how simple her gifts were. I cannot help but see how happy they were when put beside each other.

At 17 (going 18), trust me, they knew what they were into. old enough to know what love, life and sleeping around is. old enough to do it, but definitely not all are to take its responsibility (hahaha).

I think they both were aware of their affections, but were simple & in bliss when they showed it.

So innocently chatting about a sketch book she was showing him, so proud of some creations, so proud of her listener.

He was so proud of her just ranting on. smiling, & enjoying the moment, the smile, the hidden laughters.

Then, she suddenly closed the book, & covered her face lying on her lap. & He just sat there, not even holding her hand. He sat there touching her fingers in the gentleness like she was his baby.

& He was happy. very happy.

When it came to alighting, she waited till the buzzers went off, before rushing to the door, taking one last look at him. Smiling...

There were no bouquets, no oversized stuffed toys, no silly his-&-hers cheezy outfits/bags/whatever, no public display of inappropriate affection, no kisses, no hanky panky.

She just looked at him when the doors were closed as the trained started moving, & I could see joy in his eyes.

Just sharing of life, & the small moments in a stressful life that bonds two lives together.

I couldn't help but smile to myself, proud of them. For the obvious love they shared; displayed with such pride, maturity, & joy on the short train ride from tampines to bedok.

So secure of their love they didn't have to show it off. So secure of their self-esteems they didn't need to prove they are desired by the other physically. so secure of their pride, they didn't have to ruin it by running their hands all over each other in the train.

For a moment like this, some people wait a lifetime.