Musing; The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants
Sitting in front of her mirror, she looked at her reflection and smiled wanly. On the inside, she was a raging sea, her calm exterior belied that but her mirror saw through her pupils, deep into her soul. She sighed deeply.
It's been how long? Four? Five days? Two weeks? A month? She had lost count. But the connection was not lost. Every moment she had spent with him played before her eyes. His calming words, his soothing touch. She remembered that late evening they sat in the shadow of the fluorescent tube in front of the hostel block, what they discussed, she could not remember, but that picture played vividly before her. She smiled. This time, sweetly and full of the warmth of precious memories. There was also that other time they had a stroll, loosely holding hands, laughing, frowning, agreeing, disagreeing. It all played slowly.
Then her name seemed to be called from somewhere very far away. She blinked and the film was gone. Almost punching the mirror, she shuffled out of the room, in the direction of the voice constantly calling out her name.
Thousands of miles away, he just felt uneasy, he could not shake off the feeling, yet he didn't know what was responsible for it. He concentrated on his driving, he had a deadline to beat at work, anyway, he did not have the time for feelings.
Just as he got out of the elevator on his floor, in his office building, a colleague walked past him. He caught a whiff of the perfume she was wearing, and he immediately zoned out.
How was she? Where was she? Was she holding on well? He remembered the last time he saw her. She was glowing in a way he could not explain, she looked really sweet. He could not resist hugging her. He remembered her smile and her laughter rang in his ears. He could still picture her curly box braids bobbing as she moved her head when she spoke. Her playful mock quarrel with him when he stood to leave made his smile. A loud ring brought him back to the present. When did he get to his desk? When did he sit? He picked up his phone receiver and attended to the caller. He was through with that in no time.
He sat back, stretched his arms and yawned lightly. Then he picked up his mobile, he needed to talk with her immediately.
She got back in her room, inspected a pimple on her chin and sighed. This pimple again! She sat in front of the mirror again. Without thinking, she reached for her phone. She just had to call him right away.
It's been how long? Four? Five days? Two weeks? A month? She had lost count. But the connection was not lost. Every moment she had spent with him played before her eyes. His calming words, his soothing touch. She remembered that late evening they sat in the shadow of the fluorescent tube in front of the hostel block, what they discussed, she could not remember, but that picture played vividly before her. She smiled. This time, sweetly and full of the warmth of precious memories. There was also that other time they had a stroll, loosely holding hands, laughing, frowning, agreeing, disagreeing. It all played slowly.
Then her name seemed to be called from somewhere very far away. She blinked and the film was gone. Almost punching the mirror, she shuffled out of the room, in the direction of the voice constantly calling out her name.
Thousands of miles away, he just felt uneasy, he could not shake off the feeling, yet he didn't know what was responsible for it. He concentrated on his driving, he had a deadline to beat at work, anyway, he did not have the time for feelings.
Just as he got out of the elevator on his floor, in his office building, a colleague walked past him. He caught a whiff of the perfume she was wearing, and he immediately zoned out.
How was she? Where was she? Was she holding on well? He remembered the last time he saw her. She was glowing in a way he could not explain, she looked really sweet. He could not resist hugging her. He remembered her smile and her laughter rang in his ears. He could still picture her curly box braids bobbing as she moved her head when she spoke. Her playful mock quarrel with him when he stood to leave made his smile. A loud ring brought him back to the present. When did he get to his desk? When did he sit? He picked up his phone receiver and attended to the caller. He was through with that in no time.
He sat back, stretched his arms and yawned lightly. Then he picked up his mobile, he needed to talk with her immediately.
She got back in her room, inspected a pimple on her chin and sighed. This pimple again! She sat in front of the mirror again. Without thinking, she reached for her phone. She just had to call him right away.
This is for you Tee. Stay strong girl!
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