Wish we were
He was waiting near her table…
She knew he would be here today. There was a project in which her department had to collaborate with his department. She didn’t see him in the beginning of the day though. Now he’s sitting near her table. The thing is it’s always awkward to talk to your ex within months. Especially, when you still like them, she sighed and walked to her table.
He looked up at the sounds of footsteps approaching. God, She ‘s still gorgeous, he thought as he stood up to meet her. “Hi,” he said. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He held his bag in one hand and another in his pockets, “hi” she said, with a smile and uncertainty in her eyes. “So… how was the first day in.. project” she stumbled, closing her laptops and packing to leave home. God he looks good, she thought. “ yeah yeah it- it was good we had a meeting and uh… yeah it went good.” he finished lamely. Why is it so hard?. He thought. “You’re leaving?” he asked. idiot , what does it look like, he told himself. “Yeah Yeah. it’s time. So I had to leave” she said. Which one? office or me?, he wanted to ask.
“Do- do you want something?” she asked, swallowing. Why is my throat dry suddenly?, she thought, drinking some water. “NO, No just- just thought- want to say hi. You know. It’s been a long time.” still feels like yesterday. “Oh okay” she said, now packed and ready to leave. “Um bye, i guess” she said, giving him a hug. He buried his face in her shoulders knowing this might be last. Don’t want to let go, his heart screamed as they separated. His lips gazed on her forehead. She gently pushed him with sadness in her eyes. He couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Wish we were normal”, he whispered, leaning on her forehead. “Like what?” she asked, knowing what he would say. “Wish we were just a normal couple. Like me finishing my work waiting for you here with… flowers maybe. Going home together, cooking dinner together, watching crappy tv for sometime, going to bed, just sleeping, holding each other” he finished eyes moist. “Sounds peaceful” she said with the same moisture in her voice. “I’m sorry it couldn’t be”, she said moving out of his space and holding his hand. “I’m sorry, it was my fault too” he said. “Not every dream becomes a reality now, does it?” she gave him a sad smile. Oh How many dreams were broken. “Doesn’t make us stop hoping though” he gave back her smile. doesn’t stop from dreaming more. “Okay, I have to go to my department and.. Go back home I guess. See you.” he said, turning and walking away. Walk away, walk away before you say something stupid, he told himself. “bye “ she said to no one.
Wish you were my home...