Me and You in Review: Elevator Scene
Posted by cort at 05:27 AM on March 11, 2010 in .
Well, here we are.
"Do you want to come up?"
What do i do?
"Umm..."
"If you don't go up with me now, this might never happen again."
Okay... What do i do? Shit. Shit.
"Why?"
"Just come with me."
Okay. Fuck, what do i do?
"Last chance."
I went up the elevator that night.
Five months later, no words are needed anymore -- I've been up and down that elevator almost everyday, and it greets me like a friend who is expecting to see me. And when we get to the 7th floor, where the elevators open and we step out, the hallway greets us, flooding us with memories.
If hallways could talk, this particular one would tell our story better than we could ever tell it. If walls could remember, these walls would blush every time they think of the times they have witnessed us at our most intimate. If elevators could feel, this one would always be excited to go up, and hesitant to go down; excited cause it knows that it's bringing these two people to the hallway that they love, and hesitant because it knows that the man that it's bringing down has left such a huge a piece of his heart on that floor.
We're hallway people. Hallways are insignificant: people just pass through them. But that little, seemingly insignificant space means so many things for me, for us. This is where we first kissed; this is where we smoked when i first spent the night at your house; this is where i hugged you good night after our first date; this is where we first slow-danced to the sound of nothing but our beating hearts and steady breathing.
Five months ago, this hallway is just concrete and marble, something cold and lifeless. Five months later, it's memories: stolen hugs and kisses, and us being paranoid of opening doors and elevator bells, of people who intrude in our little space. It is no longer dead and inanimate: on that night that I went up, it became a womb that cradled us and formed us, and all this time, it has kept us warm and hopeful.
When we're apart, we both know that we've held each other in each other's arms as we say good night in this hallway, right outside the elevator for so many times; we're sure that we're gonna do it again and again, if not tomorrow, then maybe the day after that.
"If you don't go up with me now, this might never happen again."
Baby, i'm so glad i did.
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