Wandering Mind...

The cold wind blew across my face as I waited at the platform for my train. Looking out onto the harbour, my thoughts turned to her.

We havn't spoken or seen each other for more than 6 months now. Sometimes I would wonder where she is now or what she is doing.

I remembered a dream I had the other night. I dreamt that she and I were walking in a maze-like jungle, and we had an argument. We went our separate ways, but I was able to find the destinition first. After a while, she arrived holding a baby in her arms. I saw the baby crying and took the baby off her. Then I woke up.

As I tried to interpret the meaning of my dream, I heard the sound of a guitar from outside the station, playing the melody to 'Love Story'. The wind blew harder and the void in my soul grew deeper.

I remembered attending a wedding the other week, at which the pretty bridesmaid sat at my table. A guy on my table tried very hard to pick her up that day, which I later found out he failed. I remembered asking the newly weds afterwards about that girl and some of the other girls at the wedding. Was this a sign of desperation?

I realised that my life was very fulfilling, filled with so many things to do and with so many people. But I also realised that a part of my life was missing - a part of me that I am yearning to love and be loved.

I saw that I may be very choosy. Many girls have appeared in my life, whom I have shown no interest to at all. My head was filled with the irony about relationships in that they work both ways - you would be able to choose or reject another and they would be able to choose or reject you.

The wind continued to blow. My mind continued to wander into the eternally vast sphere of void and emptiness.