One True Pair!

Like always he was always the first to reach the place. It wasn’t the first time that this happened. He always had to wait for her. He always had to spend time alone for a moment or two before she arrived at the place. If he was lucky enough there would be books or wifi and if not he had to make do with whatever he had, usually his cell phone. But at times that too wouldn’t work. Sometimes he would forget to carry one, and at other times, there would be no battery left. It was hard for him but it was worth it! He loved the wait. He loved the curiousity of how she would look this time, what her taste would be like, how it would feel to press his lips against hers, what it would feel to have her inside him. This was a feeling that nothing could replace for him. The wait was hard, but the thing that the wait brought later on was beyond any happiness he had ever known. Maybe that is why he never hated to wait because he knew no matter how long it would take, she will show up. A little late but for sure.

And today was no different. It was a little gloomy as it was one of the coldest winter mornings he had ever felt. The outside view was foggy and all he could see was the deem lights of the vehicles that drove by the road. The cafe was cozy, It was warm, not as much warm as it would have been if she was around but still he was able to tolerate the cold. There was a soft music on the background, it was pleasing but at the same time it was hurtful as every word of the lyrics reminded him of the words she would say, every melody reminded him of the way she would sound, the vibes that flew in the room was enough to haunt him with her aroma! He was doing fine though, at least that was how it looked from the outside, deep inside? Only he knows! There was a sudden spark in the moment, not the one that others could see but only him. The atmosphere felt like “she”. He felt as if he could smell her around. He knew that she was somewhere nearby and she would be there soon. His patinece was now turning to impatience, he couldn’t wait. The stronger the aroma, the eager he was to just have her for his own. He was restless. A few moments later, he could finally see her. He smiled, probably the widest he had ever done in his life. He was happy, he was happy in a way that no literature can define. He could see her approaching near. Her dark complexion looked way too bright in that white dress she was wearing. She looked beautiful. Finally she was there right in front of him. He smiled, she smiled back, he held her in his arms, took in the aroma she’d been radiating, kissed her gently and then they were one! The dark coffee he just had in that white cup was his one true pair!