Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Trifecta: Bobby and Tony



There are moments when a memory is triggered for me (usually by a person) and my heart does this little thing.

Standing in the Immigrations line late last night waiting for that familiar sound to bounce off our passports signaling, “You’re home”, everyone was weary, suntanned or burned and definitely impatient.

“I want my bed.” I said out loud to no one in particular.

“Vacation’s over. Now get me out of here,” said everyone’s face.

And knowing the external temperature and the prospect of shoveling wasn’t helping the mood either.

Snapping out of it, I saw someone from four rows ahead looking at me. Gazing down then back up again, I smiled in recognition and tentatively waved. He gave a small wave back.

And my heart squeezed.

Had he been on my plane? This whole time?

I hadn’t seen him since the summer between my sophomore and junior years in college. I don’t even remember where it was or what was said.

I dated his brother for a while in high school. He was my best “guy friend” at the time. They were identical twins. I could tell them apart. Always.

His brother was sometimes a jerk. He was always sweet.

When his brother was busy, he’d ask me to the beach or the mall or a movie. We would hang out for hours.

We were only friends.

Never getting close enough to speak last night as the Immigration line snaked around, hundreds of people answered questions like, “How many days were you in Mexico? Can I see your customs form? Bring in any plants?”

I don’t even know if I’d introduce him given the opportunity. Or what I’d say. Where I’d begin. If anyone would care but the two of us.

I was simply happy my path crossed with his one last (?) time.

Riding up the escalator, he looked back to customs. Where I was.

I raised my hand a little.

And my heart did its thing.

Again.


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This was written for Trifecta using the third definition of the word:
1: a trodden way
2: a track specially constructed for a particular use

42 comments:

  1. I totally know that feeling. It's bittersweet, I think.

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    1. It is very bittersweet. And had we been somewhere else or closer in proximity I would have talked with him...I think. I'm sure it was Bobby (my friend) and not Tony who I dated.

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  2. oooh oooh i know those internal thoughts and feelings.

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    1. Warm and slightly uncomfortable all at the same time.

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  3. Very cool the way you expressed those emotions. I could feel my heart squeeze too. Well done. So, Mexico? That's why you've been tweeting in Espanol.

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    1. Thanks, lumdog. Yep. A little south of the border getaway. And that's why my tweets last week in Espanol.

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  4. That's really touching. For me moments like this are almost like encountering a memory rather than a person. It's hard to articulate the feelings and associations of times long gone to those who weren't there, you know?

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    1. It was almost better that we didn't talk so I could preserve the memory exactly and as fondly as it is to me. While I could have explained it, I'm not sure I could have put the proper words to the feelings. I just kept it to myself.

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  5. "My heart squeezed." I totally understand this, and the not knowing whether you would introduce him or what you'd say. It's not so much the person, I think, but the memories of days past, and a different time. It's sometimes strange to think of how many different people come in and out of a lifetime, and what each one of them mean.

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    1. It was a different time. A warm and cozy place that changed once everyone left for college. I sometimes think about the people who have wandered through my life (for short periods and long) and love to reflect on the memories and how they changed my heart.

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  6. Aw. Very much bittersweet; it hasn't happened to me in a long time but I can totally imagine it.

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    1. It was so unexpected. I was a little sad and I don't know why.

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  7. Situations like these always raise "what if" questions for me. Bittersweet, indeed.

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    1. I don't spend a lot of time with "what if's" but situations definitely cause me to pause in thought.

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  8. Completely enthralled by your account. I felt like I was with you in that line. A lot in this, only alluded by a word or two. I loved it!

    I see you live in Chicago... I lived there for years... I ❤ Chicago...

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    1. Thanks so much Ted! I love it here too. Too bad you had to move away but it's cold now so maybe you're somewhere warm and toasty.

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  9. At first I thought this was first person fiction (here from Trifecta), but I see from the comments it happened.

    You did an excellent job describing the emotion of seeing someone so important to your past.

    There are a few typos-- the period versus comma here: "Now get me out of here.” said -- and the use of "it's" instead of its in my favorite sentence: And my heart did it's thing.

    So few words and I know just what you mean. Lovely.

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    1. It did happen. Life sometimes is better than anything I could think up. And thank you for the wonderful comment. I appreciate the corrections. I look it over a million times but sometimes don't "see" them.

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  10. And the ghosts of the pasts meet the person of the present...

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  11. What a story, Gina. That image of you raising your hand as he rode the escalator up and away... very moving. Wonderful account of how memory resides in us and bubbles to the surface when we least expect it. The briefest glimpse is all we need to kickstart that emotion felt so long ago.

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    1. It takes the smallest thing to trigger an emotional response, doesn't it. Thank you for your comments Steph!

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  12. Oh hearts and their things... (: Love this piece. I always get a wrenching jolt when/if I come across an old friend. I don't think it's as good a feeling as you get haha

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    1. The "right" person gives you that heart thingy. Thanks, Draug.

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  13. Ah! Crossing paths again. Good write!

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    1. Thank you, Joe! I usually like when paths cross especially with a special person.

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  14. This is a terrific story. Sometimes its nice to go back like that.

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    1. It was a sweet/sad thing. It was nice to reminisce in my mind though. Thanks, Bo.

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  15. I love how well you express emotions. Great read. Thanks for sharing it!

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  16. The brief visual acknowledgement keeps it intimate - nice. Love your heart doing its thing, too.

    You might use "anticipate" instead of "know" here, as it doesn't work with "prospect": "knowing the external temperature and the prospect..."

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    1. It felt that way...intimate. I LOVE when my heart does that.

      I also appreciate your feedback, kymm!

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  17. In a way, it felt sad that you didn't get to talk...but on the other hand, the fact you just shared a wave and a glance made the moment more meaningful. Maybe words would've ruined the whole encounter.

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    1. I think talking to him would have "ruined" it. The moment here mattered to me. Never thought I'd see him again which would have been fine too.

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  18. You handled the whole thing so beautifully-both the emotion & the experience.Moreover,you put it on paper so neatly Gina,kudos to your composure. Had I been in your place,I would have just got super excited & gone gamboling up to him or whatever,lol!As you rightly pointed out though ,"I was simply happy my path crossed with his one last (?) time."Guess some things are best left alone,lest the memories get tarred or change...

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    1. Thank you for saying that, Atreyee! Sometimes I feel I have way too much composure and that maybe I will miss out on things because of it. In this case, it turned out the right way, I think.

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  19. i love this piece for the reason that i've never felt what you described as a heart squeeze before.. i always seem to conveniently forget people from the past lol i'm icy like that. but the emotions in this piece here.. strangely lovely to me

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    1. I am so sorry you haven't felt this. I'm, sort of, emotionally sensitive so it happens to me. And I never forget anyone. But our differences make this world go 'round. Thank you for being touched by this.

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  20. You have such a great skill for suspending the drama, while bleeding in the tension. This was great!

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    1. You are leave me the best comments, always! XO

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