"Some
say distance widens the bridge between lovers and pulls them apart, but to us,
it has bridged the gap between us and strengthens us the more. I can't wait to
set my eyes on you, I can't help feeling like I just fall in love with you! The
same feelings I had for you six years ago when I first fall in love."
Quote by Ann:
Nabel has been away from the country for one year. During her stay abroad, she came to term with Danny, who has been the unsteady love of her life for close to six years. With consistent communication through social media, their love for each other was many times rekindle. They could not wait to meet themselves! Now, her exchange program abroad and she is en-route to her homeland, the first person she ever wanted to meet was....
I heaved a sigh of relieve as I
alighted from the flight. "Oh! At last. Thank God!" I gushed as I
headed toward the airport hall to claim my luggage. Later on, I dragged my
luggage towards the entrance of the airport. I found a corner and decided to
stay there and wait for him. It was getting pretty late in the evening and my
attention was caught by pleasantries and hugs exchanged by numerous relatives
that have come to welcome and convey their loved ones home and I began to wonder
what kept him from arriving soon. All of a sudden, I was engulfed by feelings I
could not describe...perhaps, mixed feelings.
"Oh God! Why am I
feeling this way? Aren't you supposed to be excited?" I asked myself
rhetorically. The past three days has been extremely excited for me as I
couldn't wait to meet him. "I wonder what he will look like now and what
he will think of my own look." I thought aloud. Aside from the few video
chat we had while I was out of the country, the memory of his appearance I had
was that of one year ago before I traveled abroad. I became nervous rather than
excited, perhaps because I wasn't sure how our reunion will turn out to be...I
never thought of that.
"Nabel". I almost jumped
up from the corner I was sitting. Lo and behold he was standing before me, few
foots apart, tall and elegant looking. I was still in shock not because I
wasn't expecting him but because I was engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't
know when he arrived. "How long have you been staring at me?" I asked,
trying to compose myself. I was unsure of what next to say or do. I lost it, I
thought to myself. I had fantasied of running into his embrace and
hugging him tightly with tears in my eyes because I have missed him so much.
But now, it is better imagined than act. He didn't utter a word nor answer my
unexpected question. Perhaps, he too was speechless. My heart ripped
immediately as he stretched out his both arm. Before one could say "Jack
Robinson". I rushed into his embrace and hugged him tightly.
"Fantasy come true." I
said to myself while still in his embrace and then I felt this tiny tears of
joy strolling down my cheek. "It's getting dark and the taxi is
waiting." He said as he held my both cheeks and kissed my forehead. He
dragged my big luggage while I took the small carry-on as we head where the
taxi is parked. For close to fifteen minutes, there was calm silence. I
was having a lot of conflicting thoughts within me and perhaps, likewise
him. “Has he been dating someone else in my absence? Who wouldn’t want
him, he looks more handsome, tall and broad.” I felt some twinges of jealousy
in my thoughts as I fixed my gaze at the driver’s side mirror, while noting his
glances slightly with the corner of my eyes. I knew he was watching my countenances
but I was trying hard not to allow my thoughts surface on my facial expression.
“Don’t worry, we have only fifteen
more minutes left to reach our destination.” He assured placing his hand above
my mine which was resting on my thigh. A chilled feeling ran through my spine
but I tried not to show it. “How was your trip down here?” I guess he was
trying to initiate a conversation. Maybe, he want to disperse the silence that
has already dominated us. “It was very great.” I replied, shrugging my shoulder
with broad smiles on my face. “Your smiles…you…you have not changed at all.” He
pinched my cheek as his laughter echoed inside the taxi. “What do you expect?”
I gave him a funny facial expression as I laughed aloud.
He has always wondered why I am
always fond of smiling even at odd moments, the reason he is yet to comprehend.
That’s just me. I have a way of smiling even when things are not going
well. We are still conversing and laughing when the taxi pulled at one corner
of a street. “There we are! Welcome back.” He announced, got down, moved to the
other side and opened the car and motioned me to come down. “Thank you.” I
said. I was already very tired after boarding up to several flights and now,
the taxi. “Thank God for journey mercy.” I said. It’s already dark, about
7:25pm. I heaved a sigh of relieve as we proceed with the luggage towards the
staircase. His room is at the fourth and last floor, hence we had little
difficulty moving the luggage up. As soon as he unlocked the door and we are
in, I threw myself on the bed leaving him to bring the luggage inside by
himself. By the time he finished. I was almost half asleep.
“Warm or cold bath, which do you
prefer?” His question arose me. I opened my eyes. “Oh! Am so tired.” I
exclaimed. “Yes I know but you must take your birth while I get busy in the
kitchen. Would you like cold or warm bath? He asked again. “I think cold one
will be okay. The weather is very hot here." I replied, pulling myself up
from the bed. “Here is towel. Just wait a minute while I fixed something.” He
said, heading towards the bathroom. I quickly undressed and wrapped my body
with the white towel. “Everything
is set now. You go ahead and have your bath while I fix the dinner.” He moved
toward the kitchen even without giving me a second look. “Thanks.” I said and
dashed to the bathroom. Ten minutes after my bath, dinner was ready and we ate
in silence. He finished eating before me and proceed to take his bath. I took
the plate and dumped them in the sink when I finished. Immediately I was
returned to the bed, I dozed off.
“What are you doing? Have you not
been sleeping?” I asked lazily, pulling the blanket aside. “It’s morning, but
still very early. Go back to sleep.” He replied. I tried to recollect the event
of last night, then it dawn on me that he was still in the bathroom when I
slept off. I looked at the wall clock and it was 3:05 am. Yes he’s right. It’s
still very early but what could he be reading at this time. I
wondered. “Am fully awake now. What are you reading?” I was curious.
“The Secret by Rhonda Byrne. “ He said, placing the book on the desk and
heading towards the bed. “How long have you been awake?” I asked, now facing
him as he sat on the bed. “Only thirty minutes. How do you feel now?”
His eyes met mine and remained
fixed. “B…better. What about you, did you sleep well?” I stammered. “Not
really…” I couldn’t allow him finish. “Why…Is anything the matter?” I almost
interrupted him. I was inquisitive and nervous at same time. “I was thinking of
the right way to tell you this…the appropriate way to let you know that…that…”
I was then impatiently waiting for him to finish his sentence. The he paused,
without his eyes leaving mine. Then followed silence for few seconds. He
swallowed hard. “Let’s grow old together. Please be my wife.” I heaved a
sigh of relieved, then swallowed hard too. “Of course! I have already accepted
to marry you long time ago. You needn’t ask me again.” He dipped his hand in
his pocket, brought out a little case, took the diamond golden ring and slipped
it on my finger. “You like it?” He smiled. “It’s beautiful!” I smiled too. Just
then, our faces met, followed by a long passionate kiss. “Am not surprise.” I
said, pulling my face from his. “About what?” he asked, still cupping my face
with his hand. “This is the fourth proposal remember!” I giggled. “Indeed, you
are right.” He laughed.
Watch out for Episode 2..!
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