C Chasing C - Removing The Layers From A Front Desk Job

In a world where lifetimes are lived during a street lamp's light, the inhabitants have a tendancy to call strangers: friend.

I asked him once if he had ever been in love. When I asked, it was somewhat mockingly and quite assumingly arrogant. He was a hooker and hardened by the haze.   He was always high when I saw him. Why would I even believe he could feel?  Let alone reach an emotion that was even close to something I had cherrished with another. The way he replied quickly changed my tone immediately.  He was not defensive.  He did not retort with a sarcasm that I may have had.  He plainly, earnestly looked me in the eye and said, "Yes."

In that glance I saw a story and a sadness.  I also saw a person for the first time.  Someone who would come to call me "friend" as the street lamps would illuminate many more of our nights, including the Eve of a New Year.  He would bestow a tenderness upon my lips that I desperately needed to feel.  It was an awakening moment where the pure love in my soul was able to override the chaotic neurochemistry and re-boot the real person I had been hiding.

Aug.2010