I was all dressed up for my friend’s wedding. I have never been much of a dresser but she was coming all along, so I had to. Thinking of her made me smile, smile as wide as the distance between her and me now.
“I cannot come, my hand still hurts and I am not feeling well.” She texted.
“What will you eat? Your parents are also not home.” I replied back.
“I will manage something. Can you come please? I want to see you.” She messaged me back.
In an hour I was at her home. She looked like a mess, but a beautiful one. Her wrist was swollen, and her knee was badly bruised. She had fallen from her new scooter two days ago. She raised her broken hand and showed me the ring still on her finger.
“The ring has healing properties.” She said smiling at me.
“I am sure it does. I gave it to you after all.” I said with a stern face.
I sat on the couch next to her, her broken hand on my shoulder, and her broken leg on my thighs. She was watching “The Ghost & The Darkness” and I was watching her. I always did that and it made her uncomfortable, but it was the good kind of uncomfortable.
We ordered some food and I fed it to her. She ate the entire stuff we had ordered all by herself, I knew she was hungry.
“I am so sorry, I did not realize as I was so hungry.”
I laughed and made fun of her. I cleaned up the plates and made some ice tea for both of us. The movie had finished by now. There was complete silence, the kind of silence that scares and excites you at the same time. The kind of silence that makes you want to live more, that compels you to be a better man and be more hopeful.
I kissed her gently. I wanted to kiss her more but her broken limbs would not allow us. She stood up and hugged me like it was the last time ever she would do it.
“You will get late for the wedding, you should leave.” She said.
“I had promised my friend that I will come with you. I am not going without you.” I replied.
“Please go, he is your friend.” She kissed me again.
Damn! I could never say no to those eyes and lips. It had been two years and I was not able to say no, and of course she never took advantage of the fact.
“Hug me for five minutes and I will go.” I said placing my head on her shoulders.
“Mom and Dad will be here anytime. I know you have met them but it does not mean you can sneak in like this when they are not here.”
“One last kiss” I smiled.
“Not now, we are meeting on Christmas, remember?” She pushed me towards the door.
“I will miss you Potato.” I made a sad face.
“Your puppy face does not work on me. I love you, now go!” She kissed my cheeks.
My Christmas never arrived. I wish she had hugged me one last time that day. I wish she had told me that it was the last time I would ever see her. I wish she had told me that was the last kiss ever, I would have never let her go.
“It is over, I am happy with someone else. Love is not everything.” She texted me a week later.
I do not know the reason why it happened, damn, I do not even know what happened. I just know there is no shoulder to keep my broken body part, my heart. I am not sad, I am not even broken, I am just a bit perplexed.
In her last message, I just remember that she is happy.
I am perplexed since she taught me how to love and now it does not mean anything to her.