There are so, so many chances I've missed in my life time. The most recent being the missed opportunity to talk to someone.
I was with dad, grandpa george (dad's dad), and my sisters. We were at the movies goign to see Iron Man and Monique, Sophia and I were waiting in a line for it. Dad and Grandpa George were looking for a faster way into the theater and were not insight when I spied some I would have REALLY liked to talk to. He had dark brown, fairly non-descript hair and a nice face. What caught my eye though was the necklace he was wearing. On a thick chain, kind of like the one I use to wear my dog tag (actual dog tag shaped like a bone) and on it was hanging a pentagram. Just a plain, black and bronze pentagram against his gray t-shirt. I just kept staring at him while waiting in line and wondering how to approach. He was with some friends, they were flicking playing cards at each other. But dad called me away to come to the movie and I didn't see him again... :( I just wanted to say something simple like, "Hi, nice necklace" but it didn't happen. Makes me very sad that I will probably never see him again. *tear*
But I've missed alot of opportunities like that because I'm always with my family, or I don't have time, or bla bla bla. *sigh* Oh well. **pining for missed chance**
Night.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
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I have the urge to say something sympathetic and consolatory... it involves a nice guy, a park, and a dog named Buster... you know what I'm talking about... :D
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