When The Damage Is Done. Will You Be Waiting?

Don’t you see him; don’t you see the way he looks at you every time you pass one another? He tries so hard not to make it obvious but the way you make him feel is indescribable.

There are times when he sits down, not sure what to do. So many times he’s tried to find the right answer. The truth is, sometimes the right way isn’t enough. Not with her anyway. He could do a thousand deeds and she’d still not notice. Once they were close, now not so much. Maybe a hello here and there from time to time. For even knowing all of this, it still didn’t deter him from pursuing her.

Days would pass, each the same. One day he finally built up the nerve to ask her a question that had been on his mind for the longest time, "What went wrong between us? Why can’t we be like before?" He said.

She looked at him with a blank stare and replied, "I’m sorry, I have to go."

No explanation; nothing at all. He sat down on a bench watching her walk away. A few moments had passed; he had been laid back staring up into the sky when he heard a girl laugh and say, "Are you all right?" Without even looking, he nodded his head looking the other way. "Okay...have a good day." She said, as she left.

He spent hours on that bench, going over and over thinking of what he could have done so wrong that she didn’t even want to speak to him anymore. It’s not that he needed to be with her again, he just didn’t understand how they grew so far apart. That night, as he laid in bed, he tossed in turn.

He whispered to himself one thing before he fell asleep, "Give me an answer, I’ll be okay. I promise."

The next morning came quick; he woke up not really wanting to get out of bed. "What was in store for today? Could it possibly get any worse?" He wondered. There’s no way of avoiding her, he was going to have too swallow his pride and go about his day as if nothing was wrong. Even though everything was.

Throughout the day, she was all he could think about. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get her off his mind. It was frustrating. He didn’t understand why he still felt the way he did for her. He sat out on that bench once again, staring off into the sky. Out of nowhere, a woman stood over him smiling. Blocking his view.

"Why do you do that?" She asked. He rose up; turning himself towards her and replied, "Why do I do what?"

She laughed, sitting down next to him. They introduced themselves to each other; while she talked all he could think about is how beautiful she is. She always smiled it seemed, laughing at his jokes even he didn’t think was very funny. Nevertheless, he felt like he had known her for the longest time.

"I’m sorry to cut this short, I have a few errands to run before it gets dark," she said. "Maybe we can get together later for coffee or something?" She asked before leaving. He nodded his head as they exchanged numbers.

Later that night they must have talked for hours, from an array of subjects. He just enjoyed getting to know her; the other girl was the last thing on his mind. After awhile she ended the night with a peck on his cheek and a long goodbye, neither of them wanting to go.

Over the next few weeks they met regularly, he loved to see her smile, and she loved that he could make her laugh. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, he hardly thought of the other girl anymore. Or dwelled on the unanswered questions he sought from her. It helped that he hadn’t seen her during this time as well.

That would all but change soon enough. While he was out one day, he stopped and sat down on the bench he had become so accustomed to. He stared off into the sky, thinking about a number of things. A large shadow covered him, he smiled thinking it was her and leaned forward. Only to realize it was the one who he tried so hard to get out of his head.

"Why? Why can’t you just go away? I’ve finally began to get over you and now here you are." He thought to himself.

She sat down beside him. He looked at her confusingly; there was a silence between them. An awkward moment neither was trying to break. She finally spoke, "I have something I think you should hear." She explained everything that was going on with her, how she felt like the only thing she could do is push him away. He really didn’t understand her, what could he do but accept it. Clouds had begun to cover the sky when they decided to part ways.

He was walking home when the rain started to fall. He hadn’t even noticed so many thoughts went through his head at once. As he turned the corner he looked up to see the girl he had became so infatuated with the past few weeks drenched from the rain, standing at his door.

"What are you doing standing out in the rain?!" He exclaimed, "I wanted to see you," she smiled.

A grin came across his face, and just as fast it went away. Still out in the rain he told her what happened not too long ago. She didn’t know what to think, or say. He kept his face turned away from her the whole time, then after a long pause she reached up and placed her hand on the side of face turning his head facing her.

"I can see you, but you don’t see me. I am right here, and I’m waiting. Waiting for you. So, are you going to keep me waiting?" She told him.

His smile returned as she said that, he placed his hand over hers and leaned in to kiss her. She began laughing, "It’s raining out here! Are you going to let me in the house or keep me waiting??"

He wrapped his arms around her, and finally kissed her. "I have you, what else is there to wait for?" He told her as they ran into the house.