An Account Of The Events On My Elevator Ride This Morning

Gideon Tsang
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I saw her today.

A girl rushed to the elevator as the doors were about to close. She hurriedly pressed the button in an attempt to catch the lift. Of course, as common courtesy, I tried to as well. Just as the doors were reopening and we looked into each other’s eyes, I realize it was her.

I saw him today.

I was running late, as always. The elevator doors were about to close so I ran towards it and frantically pressed the button in the hopes of catching it. Thankfully, the odds are in my favor today and I managed to catch it just in time. As I was about to step inside, I saw him.

I smile.

She looked so beautiful than I had ever seen her before. Her messed up hair tells me she’s running late again.

I haven’t seen her or heard from her since we ended. There are so many things that I want to say. The privacy of the elevator could have been the avenue for me to say something. But there just isn’t enough time. As I look at her, I flashback to all our memories. I miss her in the passenger seat of my car. I miss the way she sings at the top of her lungs without a care in the world. I miss her silly little jokes. I miss holding her when she’s upset. Just holding her, really. I miss her shrieks when she sees a baby or a dog. I miss being the person she runs to and finds comfort in. I miss her.

He smiled.

I stand there frozen in shock. I haven’t seen him in a while. I definitely wasn’t expecting to run into him. I snapped out of my shaken state and smile back.

He looks amazing. He looks even better than before. I look at him and he’s looking at me. Something about the way he’s looking tells me he’s trying to hold in what he has to say. I ask him how he’s been and what he’s been up to lately. I ask to fill the elevator silence, but I’d just really like to know.

Looking at him now makes me miss being in the passenger seat of his car. I miss the way we would fight over the radio station or the auxiliary cord. I miss the way he makes me laugh. I miss hearing him laugh. I miss his hugs, his kisses, and the way he holds my hand. I miss him.

I miss him, even though I know that I shouldn’t. I’m suddenly taken back to the night when it all came crashing down. I remember the things we said that we both regretted in the morning. I was no longer happy and neither was he. I wish he fought for me. I wish he fought for us. I wish for a lot of things. The elevator’s ding snaps me out of my daydreams.

As I step out to my floor, I look at him and tell him that it was nice to see him when I really should have told him that I miss him.

I told her that I’ll see her around as she steps out to her floor when I really should have told her that I still love her.

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