[ IP ] And we sat , and we talked , and the world went by

I look at Gary. He got this content aura about him, and it tends to spread to others around him. He is always like this, calm and mannered. Sometime I got jealous of how perfect he is, in an imperfect way. 
 
 - “ Do you know how many cars pass by this street a day? ” He asked. 
 I didn ’ t answer him, not only because I don ’ t know the answer nor I don ’ t care, but also because he will tell me now. 
 
 - “ 2 millions, crazy eh? ”. 
 - “ This city is so beautiful, with all its people. To think that if we sit here for a day and 2 millions people will pass by us, and some of them we will never see again, that is kind of strange. They all seem so hurry. Everyone is always so hurry. I ’ m curious what their stories are. Their life, their dreams, their goals, their secrets, their loves, their tragedies. ” – He continues. 
 
 He takes a sip of his coffee, and keep looking to the street. 
 We are sitting on the side way, under an old building. Our usual meeting place. Our secret hideout. In one of the most crowded city in the world, a street with no pedestrians like this is really rare, even at 2 am. 
 
 The city never sleep. 
 
 I have known Gary for 5 years, when I move from my home town to study medical in the city. Even though we don ’ t talk much, I found that I really enjoy myself when I ’ m with him. The comfortable silence we share together is something I treasure a lot in this busy city life. 
 
 - “ How is your study? ” – That how Gary is, he always change the subjects so fast. 
 
 I shrug, giving him a sign that everything is okay. Of course the are problems with all this craziness between studying and 2 part time jobs, but I don ’ t want to burden him with all that whining of a strong-independent-girl. 
 
 - “ It is fine that you ask for help from others too, you know you can depend on me right? ” – He turn to look at me with those beautiful brown eyes. 
 Those stares of his always makes me feels so vulrable, like they were looking right into my soul and see all of me. Sometime I hate him because of this, he understands me too much. 
 Luckily, he turns back to his coffee and gazes to the street again. A few more seconds and he may see how weak I am. 
 
 The cars keep passing by. 
 
 Gary is still in his suit, his office hours are long and when he off work at 11, he usually goes out drinking with his friends. Between our schedules, night time is the only time for old friend like us to meet up. 
 - “ One thing i dislike about this place is there are too many lights. Light pollution is a serious issue you know. How are we supposed to see the stars in here? Human sometimes forget we are only star dust, moving at one thousand miles per hour. ” 
 - “ If you think about it, how insignifical our problems are comparing to the universe. And yet, you and I will wake up tomorrow and continue our crazy races. Because that is how life is, it is a constant endless fight. It never ends. It ends when you die. It is so beautiful, yet so strange, life. ” – He continues. 
 
 I agree with him silently, and watch him trying to find a star in the night sky. I never understand his obsession with stars, but it is fine. Just like he never notice if I had my hair done or a new shoes of mine, I ’ m okay with it. Odd friendship we have - he always say. 
 
 And we sit there, watching the world goes around. 
 
 
 

