August 4, 2014

I was nearly dozing off, waiting a lecturer for my last class that afternoon. I propped my chin in the palm of my right hand and closed my eyes for a while before glancing at my watch. It was 4 and class would be soon dismissed at half an hour, but there wasn’t any sign of my lecturer. My friend nudged me on the rib before she put her notes in her bag.

“Let’s go home. Our lecturer will not come, I think.” I looked around my class and some people were already on their feet, walking out of class. I, then, stood up and slung my bag on my shoulder. As I walk to the door, my mind was trailing to the man at the park. Unconsciously, I glanced at my watch again and I wonder if that man was still there. Maybe, not, I told myself. By the time I reached the park, he might have walked to his house.

My steps felt heavier, knowing I wouldn’t make it to see him. Something about him had caught a thing on my heart and I wouldn’t deny saying I had a little crush on him. I’m a type to admire someone from afar so having a crush on someone I don’t know wasn’t the first time.

Maybe the way he played his guitar had caught my heart, for every time I heard him play a song it was peaceful.

Maybe because he was good looking.

I admitted he was handsome and his height was another plus point I gave him.

When I reached the park, he wasn’t there. Either he’d gone or he didn’t go to the park, I wan't sure. However, I kept on walking to the bench where I seated yesterday. To my surprise, I found a note sticked on the wooden bench. I took it off and read that messy handwriting.

I was waiting.

-C.Y.-