Ximending, Taipei
25thMay 2005
The Maiden
Medical undergraduate Stubborn, whimsical and perpetually in a state of daydream.

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La Vie En Rose
By Louis Armstrong




  
Saturday, August 16, 2003

I dreamt of him last night. It wasn't one of those regular fairy-tale sort of dreams I normally get. It was one of an entirely human cast, no longer the spirits, demons or leprechauns. There wasn't any good triumphing over the evil nor was there any cynical witch wreaking havok in the divine palaces of heaven. It was just me, and him, and a whole lot people between the both of us. I was bothered by the crowd. They kept us far apart even as I tried in vain to get back to his side. He was oblivious to my presence, he couldn't care more. He simply stood there, totally engrossed and fascinated by the steady stream of passerbys. I cried out to him, I shouted, but the noise level drowned my desperate pleas. When I finally made my way back, a daunting task of pushing against the incessent flow of people, he showed no emotions. The disappointment, the embarrassment, they bit into me so deeply and painfully, tears eased out of my eyes. I was at a total loss, I just turned and ran. I had to escape, I couldn't show my vulnerability. Yet he came after me. I tried to hide behind a pillar, to no avail. He found me, and I had no intention to hear him speak. I was hysterical, sprouting incoherrent sentences and screaming abuses. He did not back off. He stepped forward, picked me up by my shoulders and shook me. And he said something about leaving me to do whatever I want to, after which he walked off, leaving me shivering in the cold of the night.

I have never seen him lose his temper, and it was scary despite being a dream. I sure hope he didn't experience the same nightmare.

The maiden spoke at 10:45 PM

 
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