One year later, "he" comes back. I know I shouldn't feel happy that his position overseas didn't work out, but I do. My smile lasted the whole day when the text appeared.
His presence in the apartment feels heavier now. I notice myself noticing him every time I turn a corner. His eyes. His fidgeting. His cologne, which is just how I remember it to be. Dark, subtle, and sweet.
I never used to ask him for anything. When I suddenly ask him to go grocery shopping with me, I surprise myself and cough to turn around and hide my flushed face.
He says okay, and that is our first date. Our first kiss comes a while later, and our first real argument is about a year after that. He starts calling me "my world" and I do the same. There's no reason for me to cry, but when he proposes and I do shed tears, I come to understand this once lonely, wretched heart of mine.
Mangago, plesse just delete this. It's a interesting read, but we can all live without this. The creator seems as crazy as her creation. I mean, death threats? I understand her pain, but if there isn't even an English translation and there aren't any plans for one, many of us wouldn't read this either way.
awww he's shy ><