I wanted to fly into his arms, but I knew it wasn’t my place so I remained firmly in my seat. If only he knew what he did to me, he wouldn’t have gone that far with me. Our relationship had now taken its toll on my and I was silently screaming hoping that he would notice me. We had this unspoken unseen relationship for a while now and it’s only now that my emotions started to creep up. I looked at him as he approached stopping and saying hey to some folks before making his way over to me. His posture said he wanted to deal with our situation but he didn’t know how to. His eyes said they were in pain because of us. His hug, having pulled me out of my seat said he missed me. But his lips, they said nothing more than hello.
We pulled apart and smiled at each other for no more than five seconds. As we tried to formulate the right words to say, we stopped as if we were thinking whether the time was right. He sat down and I stood there looking down at him. His eyes roamed my body then met my gaze. I wanted to be his and I wanted it badly, but I couldn’t read him. He was that physics book I refused to read because everything was way over my head. He was that abstract art which I would interpret one way though he was and is about something else. That man before me was mysterious and I don’t know what it is about him that captivated me.
My train of thoughts were ruined when I heard her voice. She just had to ruin it. She is my girl, but right now wasn’t the time for intrusions. I wanted to get this off my chest. I wanted to talk to him. Get things right. We needed to sort out a lot of things. I wanted him to hear me out. I wanted to hear him out. I wanted to know where we went wrong. I wanted to apologise for I feel I led him on.
<I was thinking of possibly running this story... Don't know if I should. I want to know if y'all would support it. I can only write for those willing to read. I don't mind silent readers as long as you pop up once in a while to say hi, then I'm good. But what y'all thinking? Should I push this?>