(Wrote this some time back but decided to post it after listening to Sparks Fly because I think it's the perfect soundtrack for this story;) Click and listen while you read if you want :))
"There’s no such thing as an ordinary person,” he said, when I told him I was nothing special, just an ordinary girl.
“Every single person you meet is a story waiting to be told.”
He was always saying things like that. Making me think about what I believe. Going against the norms and questioning everything.
We met on a dark, rainy evening. Two strangers waiting for the same train. One totally oblivious to the presence of the other (me, of course), mulling over the day that had passed and impatient to get home.
He said it was captivating how engrossed and wrapped up I was in my thoughts. I couldn’t understand how he could find a tired, disheveled and damp (from walking to the station in the rain) girl captivating.
But he was irresistable like that. “So? Can’t I find a tired, disheveled, and damp girl captivating?” he teased.
“I hate the rain,” I complained. “It makes it hard to go anywhere without an umbrella, slows down traffic, and disrupts people’s plans.”
He laughed. “It also nourishes the plants that give off the oxygen we breathe. And there’s no better way to enjoy a cup of coffee than when it’s pouring outside. So what if your plans are disrupted? We need reminders to slow down and breathe. We rush through life too fast.”
He rode the train home with me that night. He asked if I had any plans, and I told him that I had some work to catch up on. He gave me a slightly amused look, one that seemed to say "as if anyone would be caught dead working on a Friday night" - to which I rolled my eyes and retorted that some people had to earn a living, and not necessarily in the manner they’d prefer.
He asked if he may interrupt my plans. I said yes.
We had dinner at a nearby cafe and coffee after as the downpour faded into a drizzle. “Let’s go for a walk,” he said.
“Where? There’s no park nearby.”
“What’s there to see?”
“Everything. Or nothing. Your choice.”
He was always speaking in riddles like that.
I sighed. “Okay, fine. Let’s go.”
He chuckled, as if enjoying some private joke.
I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation. Which only brought on another chuckle.
“Am I some kind of amusement to you or something?” I huffed.