Through Your Notes

Thursday

Thursday

12.00 a.m.

Please be at the park.

Please be here, Nathan.

Where are you?

Why aren’t you at the staircase?

Nathan…

I jog down the staircase.

I pass by the board but something caught my eyes.

I turn to look at the board.

There’s a yellow post-it note pasted at the corner of my old poem. It says:

  See you at midnight, then?

Only you and I use that phrase.

Could you be…?

I take the post-it note off the board.

Numerous post-it notes pile up and it has become thick.

I must have missed out a lot.

I flip the post-it note to the second piece of the note. It says:

TURN
     AROUND

I frown at the note but do as it says.

I turn around.

And, there You were.

Standing under the lamp post.

Beside the bench that I sit to write poems.

You have your guitar case on the floor.

You smile charmingly at me.

   And, I got weaker.

You are holding onto a piece of yellow post-it note.

Just like the other notes that You pasted for me.

I walk towards you with a smile on my face and tears blurring my vision.

You hand me the note without saying anything. It says:

He likes you
  very much, too.

A tear roll down my cheek.

“K.” You whisper. “Don’t cry.”

“It was you.” I smile through my tears. “It was you all along.” I smile wider.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“But, why?” I ask.

“You don’t know how much I have been dying to talk to you ever since I met you at the park weeks before we met. I was too shy. I was scared too, that maybe you will push me away since your dad passed away. But, you smile all the time. I thought you were a strong person. You manage to get through everything by just smiling. I was stressed and depressed with my life. My dad pushing me to do things that I don’t want to do. But, I know. I know you’re hiding behind your smiles. I don’t know how I know but I just do.”

“Nathan.”

 “And then, I saw your poems. The way you express yourself makes me want to know more about you. I was so inspired by your writing. It makes me strong, somehow. I knew I had to talk to you. So, I came up with the idea. I don’t have to reveal myself. I just need to talk to you. Through notes, that is. And, then. I heard you crying on the phone call. I just had to talk to you. You were so vulnerable. The urge to hug you was overwhelmed. You don’t know how happy I am when you didn’t just let me go. It was almost the happiest day of my life.”

“Nath - .”

“I didn’t call because I lost my phone. I tried to reach you. I ask Annie for your number but she refused to give it to me. I am so sorry, K. I knew she was up to something. You don’t know how shitty I felt when I decided to hang out with her that night. She was talking bad things about you and I just don’t believe it. Because, I know you are a very sweet person.”

“Nathan!”

“I didn’t tell you I took a week off because I wanted to surprise you. I have been imagining the day you will meet your mother and your adorable twin brothers. You would look so surprised. And, you were. You were surprised and I am so happy that I was the one who brought her to you and not someone else. And, I have been a trying to write a song for you. For the both o- .”

“Nathan! Shut up, please. Just shut up and kiss me.”

You finally stop talking and you smile.

You step forward.

You grab my face. I put my hands on your chest

   And, you kiss me.

   You smile through the kiss.

We pull away to catch our breaths.

We attach our foreheads together.

You never stop smiling.

“See you at midnight, then?” You ask.

I giggle and nod. “See you at midnight, then.”