“You..!” I shouted his name. Shockingly.
“Hey…” he looked equally puzzled.
A man approached. A man I had known so well. Too well, that I could notice him even only from behind, in the crowd.
I laughed. Laughed on myself.
“How are you doing?” he smiled, his eyes broaden that I could even see his contractile aperture in the center of his eyes.
“Oh, would you please come up with a less complicated question?” I rolled my eyes.
“So, you’re here…”
“And, so are you..”
“Do you miss me?” Stupid question. I regretted it even before finished saying it.
He paused.
“Do you love him?” He asked me.
(“I love you..”) my answer remained in my throat.
“He loves me..” I shrugged off.
“Do you miss me?” Double stupid! I compounded my stupidity. Hail me! The queen of ignorance.
O mouth, could you just obey what the brain told you! I condemned myself in silence.
“C’mon.. let’s just not talk about it..” He hesitated.
“Why is it so forsaking hard for you to say No? It’s a yes or no question. How goddamn hard is it?!” I raged.
He sighed. Surely, no answer.
“I take it as a No.” I was proud of myself. For in the end, being smart after performing series of ridicules.
I could never figured out, why God rolled the dice randomly. Was it a sign? Did I have somewhat unfinished business with him? Or He simply wanted to see whether I had moved on, or not.
