Twisted journey

Ryan's Pov

Three days was like three years to me without my heartbeat in my arms. Finally today she'll be here.

I couldn't talk to her after the first day and I don't even know at what time she'll be here.

What if she decided to stay there longer. How will I get to know.

Arggghhh it's driving me crazy!!!

I was dragged out of my thoughts by a sudden knock in the door. Maybe it's her.

I excitedly opened the door, only to see a middle aged man.

“Sir, this is for you.”

He handed me a box of chocolates.

“Who sent it?”

“I don't know, sir.” He bowed and left.

There was paper folded in the box.

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Babe..!! Come to the park behind our favourite cafeteria.
Come fast, I am waiting for you. And ya, I forgot to tell you, bring your camera with you. It's important.

~ Your sweetheart

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A smile crept to my face.

What is she planning, silly girl.

I took the camera and locked the door hurriedly. I couldn't wait more to see my sweetheart.

It took 10 minutes to reach the garden. Actually the distance took almost 20 minutes but due to my desperate sprinting it took half of it.

I was in the front gate when I saw her.

The ray of light to my darkness
Warmth to my cold heart
Life to my lifeless self

She turned to me as if she sensed my presence with a smile but why does it feel strange, something suspicious. I shoved my useless thoughts away.

She opened her arms waiting for me to take her into my arms.

I ran towards her and took her off in my embrace and twirled.

She circled her arms around my neck and my hands on her waist.

I stopped twirling and breathing heavily. Her eyes shined with love.

I've read many romantic stuff in novels and it all felt like bullshit to me. Like how can someone's eyes tell something. How can eyes, which have the role of vision, convey something? But now that I've met her, everything has a meaning.

Her eyes, her scent, her touch, her kiss, her habit of biting her lips, licking her lips unintentionally, her habit of fiddling with her fingers. Everything… every single thing has a meaning.

And the stuff she does with my heart. It starts beating wildly when I see her. Will I be able to breathe without her? No..no.. even the thought took my breath away.

Is she thinking the same thing, I am thinking. A tear dropped from her eyes which I didn't fail to notice.

“Sweetheart what -”

She didn't let me finish my sentence and pressed her lips on mine. I kissed her back softly.

“Ryan baby, let's go on a date. I wanted to spend every second of this day with you.”

“Sure.”

“Why are we here?? How is this the place for a date?”