Tonight could have been a scene from a movie. Don’t ask me what genre though, for I’m still divided about it, but I guess I can safely say it’s a cross between comedy and drama.
We were at an Italian restaurant, tired after flying back to Tokyo from Okayama, sipping our drinks and waiting for our orders to arrive. We had spent the earlier half hour walking from one restaurant to another, looking for a place that was still serving food and would not close for another good hour or so. We had even walked into one restaurant and sat for a couple of minutes, surveying the menu and talking to the waitress before realising that we’d have to pay so much for the so little we intended to have- low appetites due to stomachs still queasy from the turbulent flight and it being a buffet-all-you-can-eat restaurant. We apologised and walked out quickly with our luggage after that.
So we finally stumbled into Pronto’s, after carefully dodging Subway and the weird Indian Curry place. We sat down, went over the menu and ordered. As we waited for the food to arrive, we fell into our common routine; talking about anything and everything that comes into our minds. From trivial things like how the seminar went during the day to teasing another colleague about his Asian fetish whilst drunk.
I think I said: Never would have I imagined us being here together, four years ago, after looking outside at the crowds of people walking in Kawasaki. We’ve often talked about it, our affinity with each other, and it’s true, it’s not something you can have with anyone. I don’t think it could have been with anyone else either, if you weren’t here and realised again how incredibly close we’ve become over time.
I will always remember all the great conversations we’ve had, but the one about love that afternoon in Starbucks last year will always stick out in my mind.
“The day I stopped believing in love, life will become empty and meaningless”
“I don’t care if I never find it, I never want to stop believing it”
I love you long time, Monyet Chomel.
We were at an Italian restaurant, tired after flying back to Tokyo from Okayama, sipping our drinks and waiting for our orders to arrive. We had spent the earlier half hour walking from one restaurant to another, looking for a place that was still serving food and would not close for another good hour or so. We had even walked into one restaurant and sat for a couple of minutes, surveying the menu and talking to the waitress before realising that we’d have to pay so much for the so little we intended to have- low appetites due to stomachs still queasy from the turbulent flight and it being a buffet-all-you-can-eat restaurant. We apologised and walked out quickly with our luggage after that.
So we finally stumbled into Pronto’s, after carefully dodging Subway and the weird Indian Curry place. We sat down, went over the menu and ordered. As we waited for the food to arrive, we fell into our common routine; talking about anything and everything that comes into our minds. From trivial things like how the seminar went during the day to teasing another colleague about his Asian fetish whilst drunk.
I think I said: Never would have I imagined us being here together, four years ago, after looking outside at the crowds of people walking in Kawasaki. We’ve often talked about it, our affinity with each other, and it’s true, it’s not something you can have with anyone. I don’t think it could have been with anyone else either, if you weren’t here and realised again how incredibly close we’ve become over time.
I will always remember all the great conversations we’ve had, but the one about love that afternoon in Starbucks last year will always stick out in my mind.
“The day I stopped believing in love, life will become empty and meaningless”
“I don’t care if I never find it, I never want to stop believing it”
I love you long time, Monyet Chomel.
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