I made myself a cup of tea. It did little to thaw my innards.



The girl staying in #12-288

I forgot how long I left the door open for her. She came. She left. Left. And came. And all these while I've been kneeling by the door, waiting, waiting for her.

She loved to shout, "okaerinasai!", and then jump into my arms. We talked. Hugged. Loved. Made the bed. Ate together. Had cups of tea.

I didn't know why. But I was really happy. And so was she. My pulse was always racing with her around. Life was all so juvenile, so silly, so immature, so ticklish, and so, so very fresh.

I still could visualize her expression. Her joy. Her smile. Her happiness. It was almost like the sun of a new day. I often wonder how she could be so natural, so at ease. Perhaps she was honest. At least it felt sincere to me.

She definitely wasn't the usual type. Keen and eager for fun. There was no anguish, agony, or even frustration in her that required a big shake-up and jiggling to loosen up her heart. But she would be at a loss, each time I brought it up to her.



I took my time making myself a cup of tea and leaned against the kitchen cabinet sipping it. Only did I finish my drink I got back to writing this entry. I wanted to waste some time. And inch closer to some day soon, that one day in the future, when we can meet each other again. Every second that I move forward, is an inch closer to her.