July 25, 2009
"Were you followed?" She asks me and grabs my hand. I am hypnotized by her beauty and charm.
"Nobody knows that I am here," I say holding tight to her fingers with my palm.
"Good, let's go," she takes me to her secret spot, in the dark we walk through the cobblestone streets, between the old buildings, past the stray cats scavenging for food. Completely oblivious of all the crime happening in the small neighborhood only a few blocks away. The world is an evil place, surprise there is room enough for love.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask a little scared and excited of what is unknown.
"We are going to escape," she holds onto my hand tighter, "escape the craziness of this world."
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I felt my heart being pulled. This was it, now or never. I followed her through a maze of streets, pathways, and suddenly I find myself lost. And she is gone, dissipated. I kick the curb of the cobblestone road.
Defeated, I sit on the curb. I don't know what to do or where to go from here. I look over at one of the many stray cats, she is so lost in this world with no place to call home. The poor thing. I try to lure her in with a piece of fried empanadilla I found off the street, carelessly thrown by someone. She did not come, the gato, to afraid, too scarred to trust ever again. I wonder what her life must be like, was she kicked? Was she starved to death? What makes her so wild?
They say people always bring their cats to this old town. They drop them off because they don't want the responsibility of caring for them. It is too much. Abandoned. They become wild creatures, doing what they can to survive.
I feel broken, and I start to envy those around me that are immune to such pain. Do you ever build a tolerance to love's sting? I walk the streets, searching for her. I wonder if she left me or got lost herself. How long must you look before you find the answers?
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