As faithful readers will recall from the special February 14th post, we had a big Valentine’s Day surprise… more Mexican Minutes. We travel back exactly three years to 2010, it seems like someone new is pulling on the Mexican’s heartstrings. We all know Who is this new girl? Will he be able to survive this passion?
February 14, 2010
My chest is completely constricted. I think this is it. My heart is compounding against the inner walls of my chest. I was instantly mesmorized. First, I went numb, stunned by her power and beauty. Then my heartbeat picked up until it was racing out of my chest. I was frozen there and so was time. Me. Her. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I didn’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day. M. was hinting about it, but I kept trying to change the subject, distracted by thoughts of E. She is the one I would have wanted to spend today with. My heart is still tearing, she hasn’t returned my calls in about a week. I couldn’t bare seeing M. today. I know she’s disappointed, but I just couldn’t. So no M. and no E. . . . no ME. Fuck that shit. I don’t have to succumb to anyone else’s wishes.
Instead I wandered the cold streets of Paris. Reflecting on life and love, and how both elements are so damn fucked up for me right now. Wandering and searching my mind. I stopped in at this little café for a glass of wine. That helped, but my heart was still bitter. Why hadn’t E. replied to any of my calls or the note I left on her door? All these thoughts racing around in my head. I finished my drink and decided to see if she was home, I had to talk to her. I jumped on the metro and thought about what I should say to her. Pulling to a stop at the next station, I look out the window, for inspiration, and that is when I lock eyes with her. I’m captivated. The most beautiful girl I might have ever seen. She’s getting off the train on the other side. I stay frozen like a glacier, incapable of moving. I then realize I had to get off and talk to her. The buzzer sounds and the doors start closing. I rush towards the doors but it’s too late! No! My new princess!
Panicked. I got off at the next station and ran back to the previous one, scour all the neighboring streets. No sign of her! Anguished and fatigued from running I collapse on an icy bench, not feeling the pain from the cold, only the pain from my aching heart. Despaired, I don’t know how long I sat there. Maybe 30 mins? An hour? Unable to move. Finally I got up with resolve. I could find her. Yes. I would come back tomorrow night. I have to find her, my heart was now hers.