I knew I have started feeling something for Thompson,

When I think about him all day,

And each night replays my encounter with him at the stairs,

Probably he found out from the way I was fumbling for my keys,

Which I was holding but rummaging through my bag for it,

He had smiled,

Eyes contact not broken,

Two days later I could still feel the heavy pounding of my chest.

Is that love, calling?

I knew I was down for Thompson,

When I constantly peep at the window to see if he had arrived,

He always announced his presence with his neat new “Tesla model Y” car parked outside,

And now I knew he has caught me red handed,

When he stood at my back and quietly watch me peep through the window for the tenth time in two minutes,

When did he arrived for goodness sake?

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The day I saw him with a pretty lady moving towards the garage,

I had rushed back in the office and cried,

I was moody all day,

I lied to my colleagues that I had lost a friend,

But my heart was broken,

Who was that strange lady?

Why was he looking at her like that?

Why did he held the car door open for her?

Why was I such much in love with Thompson?

And I promised myself to keep my emotions in check,

I won’t greet him,

I won’t smile at him,

I practiced the best way to behave in front of my mirror before leaving for work,

He was the first person I saw when I alighted from the bus,

His smile was charming,

I smiled back.

And when he started walking towards me, I stopped for reasons I can’t explain. This is not what I promised myself.

He held out his hand, and I shook it.

“My mom came around the other day and she said you are so pretty”, he said smiling broadly.

“That’s your mother? I asked. Surprised and embarrassed at the same time. I should have pretended I didn’t see her.

“Oh. You saw her? he asked surprised.

He knew for sure I was stalking him.

“Can I invite you over for dinner? he asked.

“Yes ! Yes!! I answered. My tone was filled with excitement.

Thompson burst out laughing and I covered my face. I was shy.

Probably in few months or years to come, we will tell our love story to our beautiful kids.

I was right. Completely right.

You know… That’s love, calling.

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