Yor Ryeter

[1: 1,421 of 10,000] 7 Years Later

In Short Story on March 22, 2015 at 5:17 PM

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I enjoy sipping my milk tea at the first class lounge as I search for the right word to complete my poem, and then I turned around and there he is, he looked exactly the same even after 7 years.

“Sarah?!” I heard him say my name once again in his kind manly voice and it’s beautiful. As for our facial reaction, I probably have the same odd look like his painted all over our faces.

“Tim! Wow! I didn’t expect to see you at all,” God my heart is beating so loud; I was hoping he doesn’t hear it or I pray that my heart doesn’t jump out of my chest.

“You were hiding from me?!” I laughed and and he gorgeously smiled, the smile that I have always love.

I tried to be casual and polite, “How are you?”

He looked at me, almost piercing, and said, “I still miss you.”

“Seriously? Still the same line?” I joked.

“You don’t forget people that you love and you don’t stop missing people who have given you so much joy.”

“Awww you’re making me cry!” and yes, my eyes were starting to water and so do his. “What are you up to?”

“Business is good. Divorced. No child.”

“That’s brief,” I said but in my mind… Was I actually rejoicing hearing those lines? Is he telling the truth?

“And you?” he asked back.

“Happy, writing, and I immensely enjoy seeing the world and meeting people.”

“Still not married?” he asked with a serious look.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I’m not so sure… I guess I was waiting for the same man who broke my heart to fix it.”

“Where is that man?”

I couldn’t answer. I was just staring at him.

“You are still quiet and not sharing your personal story… so cute!”

“Shall I treat you for a drink? You’ve always been my booze fairy, I feel like I have an obligation to return the favour,” trying to completely change the topic.

“Why not, apple vodka,” he answered.

“Still apple vodka, I guess some things never do change!” I teased. I ordered his drink and I just look at him. I remember the days when I love looking at his handsome face and he liked me staying close in the room with him even without exchanging words.

I was lost in my thoughts when he suddenly hold my hand, so I woke up from daydreaming.

“Sarah… I am here because I really want to see you.”

My heart was pounding so hard, I almost couldn’t breathe, what was he talking about.

“I got very successful in business and yet I have never found peace as you have brought into my life. I love you Sarah and I am going to do everything to have you back in my life.”

My hands were trembling and I couldn’t answer. My tears on the other hand didn’t have enough strength to help itself.

“Please don’t cry,” he pleads, and in his softest voice, “I’ve always regret the days that I made you cry or disappointed you.”

I’ve waited for those words, for 7 years.

“Tim, kiss me,” I said with such decisiveness and he smiled, the gorgeous smile.

I’m letting my guard down again, because I couldn’t explain why I love him and I will never find a reason why I should ever stop.

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  1. That was a nice story! Can I give some constructive advice?

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