Knowing

He took her hand.
With just that, she shuddered involuntary. She didn’t know why.

She becomes used to his behavior, his lame jokes–even his puns, for God’s sake!–his wit, his carefree manners like he doesn’t give a shit for what people said.

She was confused. Now she is like becoming the other she, the other part of herself that buried in her body long ago. The other part of her that only him she wants to show to.

He kissed her left cheek. “For goodbye,” he said with a goofy grin on his parched lips. He is going to another country. To study. To reinvent himself.

So at that moment she cried. The unshed tears finally released. Tears rolling on her cheek, making his thumb reached her cheek and wipe a tear. He is still holding her hand.

“It’s okay,” he said in a deep voice, “I’ll come back. You have fun here and take care.” He knows that she will take care of herself. She’s very organized and stern. And stoic, too. So when she cried, he felt quite confused actually.

She just nods.

Then he whispered, “You have a big heart,” he stopped for a second, staring at her tear-stained face and her amber eyes, “you just don’t know how to love.”

How does he know about that, he doesn’t know.

But he just knows. Just knows.


21:07
in a sudden, your face crossed my mind. I miss you.