"3 days more, I'll b back, luv. We'll talk then."
I'd been reading his text message over and over again. But it had been almost two weeks now and I hadn't heard back from him. The waiting time was starting to feel like an eternity, and it's now maki...
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Rain fell heavily in nighttime Louisiana as I sat by the windowpane inside my dark apartment. I gripped my phone in one hand and a warm cup of coffee in the other. I had been patiently waiting for a call that never seems to happen.
It was never really my style to open the windows in my apartment. But lately, though, I felt as if I was trapped in a dark cage. I found it difficult to breathe. And I felt so alone. So I went ahead and opened the windows. I prayed for the evening mist to come in and cool down the budding agony that I was feeling.
3 days more, I'll b back, luv. We'll talk then.
The text message on my phone read. I'd been reading it over and over again, I lost count. I had not heard from the guy who sent it since then.
Almost a couple of weeks had passed. I missed him terribly.
There were so many things I wanted to tell him! But the waiting time was starting to feel like an eternity, and it's now making me wonder... Will he really come back to me? It felt like decades had already passed since I last heard him speak.
A strong gust of wind blew open the window next to where I stood. I got up, walked to the living room, and placed my phone on the center table. And then I walked back to where I previously stood and proceeded to close the window. But I paused a while in trepidation as I saw the flickering streetlight by the curb outside.
I was about to close the window when the angry wind gusted forth again. I hugged myself instinctively and turned around, my back greeting the dampness of the night. The mist and cold wind blew past and brought me down memory lane.
Now facing the darkness of my apartment, I sadly stared at the center table where my phone was. Then I transfixed my gaze to the wall in front of me. There I saw the lonely silhouette of a woman standing by the window and hugging her own self... waiting for something that might just never happen.
The booming thunder outside echoed along with my agony. A heavy sigh escaped my quivering lips. I turned to face the window again and looked towards the pitch-black sky. Then, with my eyes closed, I uttered my silent heartfelt yearning.
"I want him back. I just do not know what to do. So many things I still have not told him. Please, I want him back."
I knew that I sounded desperate. But I was really worried as hell.
As my heart grew heavy with longing, my mind slowly drifted to days long passed. Everything felt like only yesterday. I could still remember it all so well... back when I was reckless and carefree.
Unspoken words. Soundless tears. Selfish emotions. Pride. And the feelings I should have recognized. These were lessons I used to ignore. Until...
