If I don’t meet him today, I will stop liking him.
That was what had always been lingering her head every day in these past few months. Winter had been cruel, forcing her to stay under her blanket for more than 30 minutes after she woke up in the morning. So on those times she had made a wish. She wanted to meet him. Every day. Every single day.
He was her classmates. They attended few classes together. They talked and shared jokes in the class, often to be scolded by the teacher. He was always nice to her, so she assumed he liked her, too. And surely she liked him, but a bit too much.
So her wish had been granted in the whole winter. Even when they had no class together, they would still bump into each other in random places. Library. School cafeteria. Elevator on the building. Bicycle park. Stairs. The universe even made them met once in a supermarket when she did her grocery shopping, and for her that unimportant event felt magical.
She must like me! Once or two might be coincidence but three definitely isn’t!! OMG!
I started feeling creepy. Just what it is that she wants?!
I noticed it awhile ago, that, at every montly meeting in our company, there was that girl who always tried to glance at me, very very often. Our eyes met, and she would certainly throw her gaze to her left. Pfft, you go girl. I am not interested in you, though.
Her phone was ringing. She glanced and found his name on the screen. It was Saturday, she just started to fall asleep so she decided to ignore his call, only to found him calling again. Three times phone calls before she finally picked it up.
“What were you trying to do?? Waking me up?” Her tones teased him.
“I know it’s past ten already but… am I succeed?”
I couldn’t remember since when seeing you smile behind that counter, greeting the customers, became my morning routine. It was not that you suddenly working part-time at my favorite coffee shop, but it was me who kept coming here. To see you. Desperately tried to ride the time machine and magically fly to see you, and me, back then.
I’ve missed you so much it hurts, you said, with shivering hands trying to touch mine, which I coldly pushed away.