After ten years, here we are. Standing at the crossroads of our lives.
"I understand how I can easily become disinterested. But maybe that's what it is… why the attraction to other people lost its taste because I was and still am pining for that one - the one who never knew how I loved her so," she continues to keep in step beside me in silence. "And that someone is you," I tell her as we continue to lazily stroll along a well-worn and familiar path. The scent of pine fills the air and I feel a little at ease at unburdening myself; but her momentary silence makes anxiety to start clawing at me.
"I knew, you know," she finally says as we come to a stop under one of the trees that dotted the path. "At least, I had an idea. Your actions always spoke louder than your words ever could," she adds with a small, shy smile. "And a part of me is still scared of the uncertainty that someday, you will stop."
We both look at each other sadly then. Maybe we were both thinking how stupid we've been and how wasteful it was to let the years slip by.
"So, what do we do now?" I ask as I struggle to hold her gaze. She quirks her brow. "That is a good question," she says then takes a single step so that she's ahead of me. She slowly turns around, her hair billows in the nightly gale.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asks, inclining her head slightly and raising her brow.
It is my turn to smile at her. "Always," I started then impulsively reach for her hand. "Or maybe we can start with a movie?" I add as I lead her on as we resume our lazy stroll.
Let me tell you a little story.