There he was. Right in front of me. He looked as appealing as ever. As fresh as ever. As perfect as I had seen him. The eyes were sharp as it was that day, but today they told a completely different story. I could not understand quite.
“Why would you come looking for me?”, he asked in a polite tone.
“Where were you? You were gone.”, I asked, ignoring his question.
“Answer me. Tell me. Why did you come to the boot-camp? You were looking for me, weren’t you?”, he asked. Our eyes locked.
I could not understand what had been going on. I did not want to answer. All I could think about was to touch his face. I wanted to touch his face. And yes, I was thinking about kissing him. I had never felt this way. I was embarrassed as well as filled with passion at seeing him after this long, after I had almost given up the hopes.
His lips parted. Looked like he was about to say something. But he did not. He kept looking at me but in-vain. I stood there thinking about how the touch would be. I was not thinking about anything. Not my folks. Not the little kids playing next to us. Not the two odd boys staring at us. I just wanted to touch his face. I did not understand it frankly. I just knew I had to do it, not for him, but for me.
I walked up to him. He cringed a little. I wonder why. I am the most innocuous person one would ever come across. Even Jesus Christ would make me his brand ambassador. His cringing made me want to touch him more. I could not help but touch his face. My palm brushed his jaw bones. He cringed into my hands. He held my hands which were on his face.
“You read. You read all the time. In the car. At the party. On the way. Everywhere. You’re buried in books!” , he said without any expressions. This time I cringed. I retracted my hands.
“What?”, I could not understand why he said that. I know I am always with books. So what?
“You never saw me.”, he said. He was standing exactly where he had been.
I did not understand. I did not know what to say. So I kept looking into his eyes. I knew he would say more. Make it more clear,perhaps.
“You laugh while you read. Your brows go narrow and you become tense. You smile. All while you read”.
‘Try giving CAT!’, I wanted to tell him but then gave up the idea. “I..”,I tried to form a coherent sentence.
“Let me finish,please. You do not see me. I want you to look at me. I want you to notice me. See me.”, he added.
He came forward and held my hand. “And its the job.”
I could not help, I burst out laughing.