I sit on a bench, in the middle of the mall. I’m looking for you but I don’t see a single sign of a tall, blue-eyed young man wearing a fedora hat. I look down at my hands and start twiddling my thumbs together, looking up every once in awhile.
I’ve waited for so long and I still don’t see the light at the end of the road, or the land in the vast empty sea. I look at my watch: it’s only 5 after and we were supposed to meet at 1pm. I sigh, it might be awhile. I get up at start looking at the stores. There’s a beauty shop, clothing venue, and a food stop all next to where I am but what intrigues me the most is the book store. I could live in a bookstore forever. I walk in and smell the ‘new book’ scent. It calms my worries and thoughts of you never coming. I find the literature section and dive into a few good books by Edgar Allen Poe and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. At every page turn, I look up to glance outside the store to see if you’re here yet. The answer is as blank and empty as the mall is.
I finish the second chapter and can’t will myself to read anymore. It’s 1:45pm. You’re not coming. I buy the book and slowly walk out the store with my head low, afraid the tears are coming because the wait that you put me through is too much for me to handle. I’ve waited weeks to see you and you promised to be here. You promised that everything was going to be great. Maybe it’s my fault for assuming that you would even keep such promises.
I look up at the ceiling before I walk out the doors of the mall and say goodbye to the opportunity. I turn around for one last look and I can’t breathe. He’s here. I see him. He sees me. My heart skips a beat and when it returns to normal, I run towards him. He runs towards me and we collide in kisses and hugs. Quickly trying to spill our hearts but our words can’t process what we want to say.
I’m glad I waited all those centuries.