Mei, 14 2016, 10:00 PM
That night, when rain was falling, I was
waiting for someone to pick me up. Wanting to travel somewhere.
Then, you came standing in front of me after
a long time. I still remember when the
first time you talk to me in the afternoon two years ago. You’ve changed a little bit,
maybe. You get taller than before and
you wore the
same jacket in that day we first met.Smiled at me and sat beside me. Your scent still same and I like it.
After
a brief silence, I sawyou trying to speak but nothing came out. I want to asked
you many questions but I was afraid. You looked back at me, “ Hey, long time no see. How are you?” I just smiled.
“That
smile, I think you feel great,” and then silence again. Just Sighing and
breathing sound in the silence.
“Its
cold tonight right? You said while tightened your jacket.
“Yeah,
its cold. How are you?
“I’m
fine as you can see.”
“Where
have you been?
“Me?
I haven’t go anywhere. I’m always close
to you, watching you from somewhere.”
“But,
why I can’t find you? You smile like
you’re already know that I will ask that question. “Because I don’t want you to
find me.” You said that like nothing happen.
“Why?
“For
some reason, I really want to see you but I don’t want you to rely on me
excessively.”
“But,
why? I have a tough time . . .”
“Yeah,
I knew and you did great job to solve them.”
“So,
why you’re here? You said I did a great job, you said you don’t want me to find
you? You said . . .” I feel my heart is getting warmer in and pain at the same
time. My eyes get cloudy.
“Because
I miss you so much and I can’t handle it anymore.”
I startled, Its
unpredictable. “I . . . I . . .”
“I
saw you fight for you dream, tried your best, and at the same time you looks
happy. I’ve been thinking for a long
time and decide I should’ve come to see you and here I am.”
Night getting deep and cold. Rain fall makes sound
when crashing on the ceiling. Long silence. I looked at
the watch my friend gave me, its 12.00 PM, the car is late. Our eyes caught each other . . . we just
laugh.
“I always remember when we first met.” I bravely
start the conversation. “Since that day I wonder when will we meet again?
“I know your feeling but I can’t . . . this is
impossible.”
“Yeah, I know . . . I can’t force you to.”
A car stop in front of us, ready to pick me up. “The
car is already here, I hope you will be happy in your journey.” You said that
and hold my hand. “Good luck.”
“Good luck.” I walk to the car, one step, then two
steps far from you. I looked back, I you
smiling and waving at me.
I know this is
not the end because I will meet you some where when rain is falling.
