Crystal and Malachi Pt. 1


They met in New Orleans. Fell in love, then out of love.

He moved to Austin. He calls himself a traveler, part of a subculture tribe of reckless souls freight-hopping from city to city, trying to observe and learn about the world. 

She was married, divorced, her children all grown up, her job gone, looking for a different life. She came to Austin too, looking for a place where she could simply live. 

He said one day he was walking along the street with some friends, and there she was.  

“Oh my god, it’s Crystal.”

She saw him too. She came up to him, slapped him across the face, then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He says that he doesn’t believe in coincidences. She says she thinks it was karma.

But they both agree that they found each other for a reason.

And that’s where we found them, sitting together on the bench at the bus stop.  Laughing about the past, talking about life, and asking the occasional passerby for spare change. 

They say they’re like an old married couple now, even though they just started dating again.  

He said something to her that I couldn’t hear and they began to argue, but then she took his hand and they both grew quiet. 

I haven’t seen Crystal and Malachi since that day. I don’t know if it’s naïve of me to hope that they will end up together forever – but I guess I’ll never know.

I think about them, every now and then. It can’t be easy – to truly know someone yet love them as well. There’s pain and cost that comes with knowing a person - scars too, I suppose. There’s also the fear that when it comes time to throw off the mask, you’ll start to wonder if you ever really knew this person at all. 

But the lowest of lows come with the highest of highs. I used to have dreams of happy endings for Crystal and Malachi and the dozens of people with stories similar to theirs, but there’s real hope in the knowledge of a greater ending. In the meantime, maybe there are glimpses of this future hope when self-serving sacrifices become humble acts of reverence and egotistic attraction becomes giving your life for someone else.