I will wait for you

I will wait for you

      The park has been my buddy. I never got tired of wandering over this place. And it seems that there is a specific spot that is destined to be mine. An old gazebo. The woods in this gazebo were full of scratches and torn up strips. The pathway through the gazebo is layered with fallen leaves, leaves that are crunchy when being stepped on. Vines are engulfing the once rigid timber. I can discern that this has been isolated for a long time. Strange but I can sense the elegance in it.

      Since then, that gazebo made a way through my heart. Could say that almost every day my existence is there. But of course, I didn’t stay there to do nothing. I am passionate about painting so I paint there. While it is raining is the moment I love to paint. The pitter-patter on the top of the gazebo calms my mind. Giving me inspiration and the motion in my hand becomes smooth and light letting my creativeness flow through it.

      Staying there habitually doesn’t mean the place was owned by me. Surprisingly, someone had discovered my happy place. I was startled at first but soon as I heard the soothing voice together with the fine strumming of the fingers in the guitar making it’s way to my eager ears, I was left cherishing the moment.

      “ You know, I deserve a clap.” deep and foreign voice pulled me back to reality. As I open my eyes- which I unconsciously did while I was under the spell of someone’s angelic voice- I am already in front of the gazebo facing a guy in his early 20’s, staring at me waiting for me to say or do something.

       I blinked first before clapping. “ Aha. HA. HA. HAHAHAHAHA!” me laughing awkwardly. “ I was astonished by your sweet voice and I was carried away, sorry. “ Then I bite my lower lip due to embarrassment.

       He smirked. “ Cute.” he whispered which I didn’t clearly hear.

      “Sorry? What was that? “ I asked him innocently.

      “ Uhmmm, why don’t you sit?.” not answering my question but I quickly sit in the side chair that is adjacent to his chair and I am maybe 5 feet away from him.

      “ Is it your first time here?.” I asked him.
      
      “ Actually, no. I was here in the past too. It’s just things in my life got messed up and I can’t go anymore to visit this amazing place. And fortunately, I am back.”  he answered.

       So I am not the one that got here first? Of course, Raylie, what are you thinking?. I just got attached too much with this place that I want to keep it mine and I thought no one’s—

       — “ How about you? Why are you here?” breaking my thoughts.

      “ Well, I found this place 2 months ago and I was captured by how beautiful and peaceful it is. Then after that, it became my habit going here every day. And of course, my passion, painting. I do painting here.” responding to his questions.

      “You too? Me too, that also popped in my mind after spotting this place. In contrast to your passion though, I sing. I sing to reduce my overflowing and excruciating pain in my inside. I can let all my feelings through singing which I can’t do in my own home and it is a blessing for accidentally stopping over this gazebo.” him telling freely about his reason for staying in this place. I somehow feel him.

      “ I find tranquility in here and I am so grateful that this gazebo for making me feel this way, emptying my worries and agony. Even more grateful that you’re here.” he jokingly said the last one.

      “ Did you think I’ll stay? Here? With you?.” I asked him challengingly.   

      “ You will.” he declared

      “ Oh what a confidence.” I loudly spoke in front of him with disbelief.

      “Are you going then?” he suddenly questioned me.

      “ I’ll first look if you deserve to have someone sharing with this lovely gazebo. If you are a decent person, then I’ll stay.” me not losing to his over-confident statement.

     “You won’t get disappointed.” he’s assured me.

      The conversation went over and over until the time has come for me to temporarily abandon the place. We bid our farewells to each other not minding if tomorrow will our souls meet again.
Weird but I feel warm towards him. When we talk to each other, it seems like we’ve known each other for a long time. That the moment we had our conversation we felt like we are not strangers but two people having their talk after ages of separation. There is somehow a telepathic connection between us that our personalities suddenly clicked whereupon I didn’t know why it happened.

     Obviously, just looking at the treatment we are giving unto each other, we got closer. We built friendship and bond. A bond that grows stronger the more we meet. The irresistible laughs and smiles when we are together, unstoppable jokes and teases, the secrets we made just for us, all the chatters about our miserable lives, heartening and motivating words we expressed drove us to enjoy life, even more, the passions we shared are all precious. The gazebo is a witness of our cherished moments.

     My life has never been delighted before. Me doing my passion made me satisfied and contented with my life and not even once did I expect that there will be another reason for me to feel even happier. And he’s the reason. He swiftly enlightened my life. Where I live is not dark but it became brighter when he appeared that my place was dull since then. He made me happy and I wish I made him happy too.

     Happiness doesn’t take too long. That’ what I realized when I came to back to the gazebo noticing that there is something that is missing. Him. He’s gone. Usually, he is earlier than me but that time, I came first attending in my regular arriving time. I stayed calm. I hushed myself and remained to wait. At the end of that day, all that was there were me and the quiet gazebo. He vanished.

    I waited. And waited. And waited. The wind passed through my face. The silence of the surroundings is unknown. That silence used to be the laughter and voices of two people babbling. Isn’t so sad but so pathetic at the same time?. I gave my heart to someone that ran away from me. And now I am alone and a mere person that diligently awaits for a someone that used to be the someone that stayed beside me. I am not 5 meters away from his seat. I am in his spot. Reminiscing the memories made together. Priceless. Special. Irreplaceable. Loved. It’s you. I will wait for you.