Unexpected

He was the best advice giver for this time of my life. He never hid to me his feelings about my situation but he put it away to give me the best advice. I was lost, my life was messy in love, friends, studies, work, family. This night I was so lost, I called him. He calmed me before invite me to his apartment to solve my issues. We talked, I shared my feelings and he helped me.

I was driving to his apartment in my little green car. I knew the way to go by heart: exit the beltway at the Parc des Expositions exit, pass the prison and straight almost until the rotary. I parked my car in the unsafe street, especially for a girl alone. I walked a little, not taking care of all the drunk men in bars in the street. I rang at the entry phone and went upstairs, to the second floor. I knocked at the door and entered in his small apartment.

It was a one-room apartment. In front of the door, there were two windows with guardrail. One window was half open, for the cats. The bed-couch-seat was in the middle of the room, next to the coffee table. In a corner, there was the TV table. Just the opposite of the windows, there was two closets. Actually, it was rooms, one was the kitchen and the other one the bathroom.

When I arrived, he turned the TV off, ask me if I wanted something to drink and we sat together on the bed-couch. His roommate was out, so we spoke freely. He listened to me, gave me his advice and guided me. I can’t remember how much time I spent with him. After this night, I took a decision, because, like he said, “It has to be your decision, I can’t decide for you, I just give you my opinion and advice.”

Writen on November 2010, the 19th