the day i met the one that got away.

i was walking down the street and everything seemed fine. the streetlamps were in place and the old gum that was scattered everywhere was plastered perfectly normal still on the ground. people didnt seem to care and not a little thing seemed out of the ordinary, it was simple walk through the day. i looked at everybodys faces that were walking next to me and they were either quite pensive or just creased with the rush of where they had to be. i turned the corner.
there in front of me was a mob, i could see it cleary and even though i couldnt hear it because of the ongoing cars passing by, i saw a rambuncious, randomly moving blob of people surrounding one little thing. they looked like little kids pushing too see one of their fellow classmates falling scab.
i moved in closer, and to my dismay i saw a curled up figure lying on the cold concrete floor, while the people yelled and shoved it. there was a young man screaming "it's your fault, all your fault!" and an elderly woman with a purple hat, "why, 30 years of my life? why!?". and it curled up there, taking all this beating and verball attacks. i had to lift it up, i had to help it.
i pushed the mob aside and plowed through to retrieve this poor little thing.
"run" i said, for the soon the crowd of people were about to chase us. so we ran and we ran and we ran. i was so out of breath before the people turned into ants in the horizon and we stopped at a unfamilar park bench.
and finally, i turned to get a good look at it.
and at that moment i knew what it was,
it was love.

"thank you" it whispered to me. but i couldnt look at it any longer, so i turned my head to not recieve its little voice to my ears. i saved this, and not once has it ever helped me, not once has it been fair.
so, without looking back,
i walked away.
hoping that one day it will remember my good deed.