About A First Date

 I see your thank you message at 7:21pm, and my mind goes back to the minute we decided to take such a day for ourselves in the first place - and how both of us just knew that we wanted to be by ourselves. We just knew that we could be in our own little world for the hours we choose to spend together. I have zero expectations when I get up in the mornings for days like this, but somehow that sudden hug in the confines of your room made me feel otherwise. It actually felt like I was going to enjoy the day to it's fullest; just because I was with you. So in our cab when you said that you're fine because you're with me, I just couldn't help but smile and sit an inch taller. 

 My 'clinginess' was an issue with some of my friends in the past and I didn't want to repeat the same thing with you; but then we walked - hand in hand mostly and I realized how much I missed that touch, how much I missed being myself around someone who feels the exact same way. And then I wanted to try on some shirts and you waited outside that trial-room door without me asking you to - it felt unreal; to have someone I've only just met, who can sometimes read my mind. The clock was ticking now and the way we rushed, slowly but steadily to make a common friend happy also made me think about how we make a good team - with your pragmatic swiftness and my eye for detail. Our lunch wasn't great just because of the food, but because after we started, we didn't even have to turn the tray once, to get what either of us wanted. We just moved, as if in sync, knowing what to reach for and when. There were even moments that made me feel like a mom - how for a long time you kept fidgeting with food and then you finished it when I asked you to, and how you wanted a sizzler-brownie, but when pointed out with an alternative option, you didn't hesitate to go for the latter. It made me feel valued and appreciated and I enjoyed every minute of our leg-pulling, story-sharing meal time. 

 But what I won't forget most, was how I had my arm around you, but your palms became colder as time kept moving towards 5pm. I won't forget that face you made when you said you'll miss me, even though we had half-an-hour more together, nor that second sudden hug even though you were on an important call. I won't forget how you keep deciding to pick me up and drop me even though I ask you not to. I won't forget how I didn't want the day to end, and how much I regret not looking back as I closed the gate at 5pm. I won't forget how relieved you became when I said I didn't get scolded by the Warden for being late by ten minutes. And I definitely won't forget how, even though we spent the better half of an entire day together, we still wanted to hear each other's voices before going to bed, and how we spoke endlessly the first time and exactly 9:32 minutes the second time - just because you understood my K-drama fantasies. 

 So before you ask again, yes, today was fantastic to me and yes, I am looking forward to more of such special days.

 As she closed her diary, and picked up the now wilting-yet-fragrant rose, she realized that another chapter had begun. She was happy again, and she prayed that this new thing, whatever it was that they shared, wouldn't be cut short by anything.