#2 Him

 

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"Are you ready?"

"Maybe. I don't know." I said with a shrug. I'm still half-smiling, amused by the person in front of me. My heart jumps in joy, in excitement and happiness of being trusted.

"I won't accept that kind of answer, you know?" I can't hide my smile. I almost burst out laughing my ass out.

"What are you going to do then?" I wiggled my eyebrows, teasing. "The question is, what are you going to do now?" I acted like I was thinking but no, I wasn't. I exactly know what I am supposed to do.

I counted up to ten seconds.

"I'm waiting.."

"Okay, okay." I said, finally giving up.

"Close your eyes." I slowly tiptoed, aiming for his cheeks. I swear I totally look like a tomato. I'm still not used in kissing him. His eyes are now closed, his lips are slightly red, trying to hide a smile, which is obvious. A smile that can melt my heart.

He is skinny but definitely not too skinny like a walking skeleton and whatever you call it. It just fits him. He has this nose perfect for a guy. And a laugh like a beautiful melody in my head. Dazzling, that is what he is.

One, two, three, kiss.

His smell is addictive. So, I stayed still. Not wanting to pull away. Click. I automatically opened my eyes just to see his phone with the photo of the scene with me kissing him. I ultimately blushed. I tried to snatch it but I can't. He's taller than me and desperate enough to save it.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, you know? One day, we'll be doing things more than that." He winked at me. I admit we've been together for quite a long time but still, the mere thought of us doing things more than that is enough to make me hide my face. "Stop it."

"Okay, then. Just hand me your phone." I searched for the phone in my pocket and handed it to him. "What are you going to do with it?" He didn't answer. He's too serious, focusing on both our phone which he is holding. One thing I like about him is that, when he wants something, he will do his best just to have it.

"I swear I'm going to kill you if you-----" I stared at it for a moment. He put his arms around me, proud of what he has done. Okay, I swear I was wrong thinking he might do horrible stuff that's going to humiliate me. Instead, I find it sweet.

There was my phone with a wallpaper of the photo he'd taken. He pulled me closer to him and this time, I know, it's time to be serious. It's time to say goodbye.

"I'm going to miss you, okay? Remember that everyday." He kissed my head.

I looked at him, and I can't find any trace of humiliation, just pure truth. And I'm thankful for having him in my life.

"Promise me you're going to take good care of yourself while I'm still here." He motioned the place.

"I will." I answered, raising my right hand as a sign of promise.

"I love you. Remember, I'll always do." There was an outpouring burst of emotion in his eyes. It's as if they're not looking at me but my soul. And the words coming from him doesn't seem to be heard by my ears but by my heart, frantically beating so loudly.

"Tack?"

"Hmmm"

"Promise me there's no other girl."

He laughed. I eyed him suspiciously, giving him a deadly glare. He is now smiling widely. Amusement is written in his eyes. Seconds, moments, I cherish each of them. The way he smiles, the way his eyes lit in joy, the way he teases me and the way he makes me jealous for certain reason is already enough to make me realize how lucky I am.

He waited for me. He's always been waiting for me.

The time when I could hardly trust anyone, he made me believe. When I sat in the corner hugging myself, feeling so sad, so different, he made me look into his eyes. When all I did was to cry, feeling so empty, he wipe those tears away.

When I almost gave in, he made me see what I'm missing. He gave me hope. He gave me happiness. He resurrect me.

He offered his hand when I stumbled down.

He is everything I have: Tack.

 

"What if there is?" I literally felt my blood boiled. I'm not going to share him with anyone.

"I'll made you choose between me and her." This is the best answer I could ever think of without brutality. It was supposed to be: 'I'm going to make her choose between giving you up or giving up her life.' And of course, she would choose to give him up. Whatever she choose, it would always end up leaving Tack, anyway.

"There's no need for that." He faced me.

"....because it's only you...."

 

And I could almost throw a celebration for that answer. The answer I've always wanted to hear. "C'mmon now. I don't want you to miss your flight. Move now  before I could change my mind about letting you go alone."

"Fine."

"One more thing."

"What?"

"Where's my goodbye kiss?"

I never had any second thoughts about giving him what he wanted. Just a peck on his lips.

"See you soon, Tack." I waved goodbye.

"And once you do, I'll never let you go alone again." I fully understand what he means by that. We've already planned everything. For us to be happy.

We exchanged our 'I love you's' and I headed inside. Alone.

 

 

I'll be home, again. I'll see my friends. The people I've been longing to be with. Those who cares for me, who accepts me for who I am. Those who stayed to be with me. I closed my eyes.

Then I saw Izzy's smiling face, I heard Ales' laughter, Sharlot's faithful eyes came into view. Just a few hours and then I'll be with them. I'm sure they'll have hundred stories to tell. Their experiences for the past four years. I'm sure there have been so many changes.

We've been separated by both time and distance. And it's about time to close that distance keeping us apart for so long.