As I was standing in line for the counter that took ages before I could move an inch, I roamed my eyes around that jam-packed supermarket and watched people doing their own thing.
I saw a young couple with a big cart which has only a few items in it. The young girl was the one getting what's on the list while the young boy patiently pushed the cart beside his girl. To tell you honestly, I was bitter at first when I saw them. The scene hit me like a hard apple being thrown at me, giving a short sting on my chest. The boy was sweating because of the dysfunctional aircon, if there was any, and the girl was in a hustle to finish their errand for that night... but I saw and felt the simple happiness of just being together at that certain moment.
And when the curtains opened like those in a theaterical stage, I saw myself picking up my yogurt drink and handing it to someone for him to put it in a basket he was carrying. He handsomely smirked at me because he knew grocery isn't complete without that drink. I smiled in awe and kissed his cheek to thank him for that unforgettable time we had. Doing grocery is a family thing to me and doing it with him feels like home.
Back to reality, I felt nothing but sadness. No, it's not because the man has no face at all... but because I pictured him as someone I knew whose charming features and enticing eyes always make me tremble. It was heartbreaking to imagine that beautiful scene because I knew it will remain unreal. I will always be that young bossy girl, but he will never be my young chevalier boy. I will always get my yogurt drink, but he will never be there to put it in the basket. I will always want to kiss his cheek, but he will never be there to adorably smirk at me in the first place.