(…Continued from Part 2)
We meet almost every other day now.
Every morning, at the canteen. And every evening, walking her to her doorstep. These moments seemed to be running in slow motion, way longer than they actually were, and yet I craved for more.
And in the conversations we had, she turned out to be quite the opposite of what I had thought; nothing close to boring. Phew, my efforts didn’t go in vain.
She told me she had a leave planned next week. And I had plans a week after that.
I knew that I would miss her, but how do I tell her?
The week passed quicker than expected.
I guess time passes faster when you start working – one time you remember it’s Monday and the next time you check, it’s already Thursday.
I knew I could get her number from the company directory, but where’s the fun in that?
I’ll ask her personally.
I didn’t see her the following week. I knew she might have returned.
It really felt like I was missing something.
Although I had this feeling etched in my gut that this won’t work out, deep down, I still wanted to give it a try. It’s amazing how the heart tries to mend itself knowing that it has been shattered to pieces countless times.
Well, now I had a vacation coming up and this was no time to waste thinking of a stupid crush.
But I couldn’t stop thinking of her.
And some time when I could no longer resist myself, I did it.
I picked up my phone, looked up her phone number from the company directory and sent a message. Hi.
I stared at the message for a good two minutes, wondering what would happen now.
Glad I didn’t make a phone call.
They say I’m an extrovert, but I don’t know why this introvert wakes up when I talk to crushes.
15 minutes later, I panicked and deleted the conversation.
2 hours later, I regretted deleting the conversation – I could’ve at least known if she had read the message.
My brain was facepalming seeing the heart’s stupidity, being the sophisticated guy he was.
4 hours later, I was still waiting, and probably praying, for a reply.
(…To be continued)