Back To You [Completed] ✔

6. The prom, the night to remember

"Still up for tonight? "His text read.

After texting each other for a week Ed and I decided to meet properly for the first time since we bumped into each other last time.

I let out the towel wrapped around my wet hair and sat crisscrossing legs on the edge of the bed looking at the text with a wide smile on my face and continuous permutations and combinations going in my head about what was going to happen tonight, how will we meet, what will we talk about, how will I hide the look on my face I have every time I think about him and then a sudden blow of reality hit me. He is meeting me just for the sake of old times, there is no way of any romantic idea behind it, and he is never gonna hit that rock again.

"Yes. 8 pm" I slide the phone aside and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling and thinking about the plot twist my life just served on my plate. A month ago I often used to think about Ed and his life, what he would be doing. Is he happy or not? Or is he with someone he deserves? But I knew one thing for sure I was never gonna find answers to all these questions not now not ever. I'll never get the chance to hear his story nor narrate mine.

In these past days, I got a sneak peek into his life what he did, what choices he made, and his experiences, and listening to those made me feel like I was talking to a new person. We never got to know each other like this before we decided on a relationship maybe if we had done that then the story would have been different. Let's forget that. A slight satisfaction ran through me whenever he showed he was equally interested in the life I had. He asked so many things about me, like... he too spent all these years wondering about me. But I'm sure his interest must be because I'm his ex and not in the way I did. Because it was me who let her break up happen and broke his heart. He must've been holding a grudge against me for dumping him.

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I entered the restaurant and scrutinized the whole place searching for him ......and there he was light blue shirt tightened around his body, rolled up sleeves, head rested upon one hand, fingers muffled in his chocolate brown hair while other fingers scrolling on the screen, probably passing time waiting for me, I don't know if this is my love speaking for him or he has grown handsome by age.

And he caught me staring at him! Damn! He must've noticed I was standing there for seconds just "admiring him", I feel like a creep.

"Sorry to keep you waiting" I reached towards his table.

"No problem," he said with a smile while he stood up to greet me.

"So...finally!!"

"Yeah...finally...we get to catch up" We shared smiles and then there was silence. I don't know how we manage to create an awkward tension between us while on text we are so fine.

"You hungry? What should we order?"

Hungry? Somebody told him that I'd lost my appetite for the entire day because I was so nervous and excited to meet him.

"Order the food and me?"   "I think you don't remember"

He sighed a smile "Of course I remember. We got our so many dates messed up because of It." he said rolling his eyes.

"They didn't get ruined. it was just that we had to struggle a lot for a good meal."

"yeah, firstly dragging you out on a date cause the idea to go on a date sounded cheesy to you" he gestured his fingers on cheesy "and then waiting at least 45 minutes for you to decide on specific food to order and god knows what bad luck you had we always got disappointed by the order and then always rushing to drop you back home because of the 45 minutes we wasted earlier. so...I think the whole idea of a date with you was a struggle."

It took me some milliseconds to suppress the smile formed on my lips due to the fact of how precisely he remembers the whole process of our date.

"well...it was all your fault "   "Despite knowing how I always screw up ordering you always left that choice on me."

"I was so in love with you back then I would even let you choose the time I breathe. That was just food" he said softly shifting his eyes from the table to my eyes there was no hint of sarcasm in the whole sentence, it was like he never could talk about the love he had for me in any sarcasm and I realized how I crave that moment, him being so in love with me.

"well...that's not the case now...so, I'll order" he forced a smile and started scrutinizing the menu.

And the reality hit me that he being in love with me was what I once had and it cannot happen again.