Every Night

Prologue

To the man, I met that night,

How are you? 

That was the question that I think I can ask you for now with confidence. I have never been this anxious asking just how are you or if are you even still breathing. Well, I guess you still do. You have a lot of goals to fulfill anyways so dying isn't even an option. 

Do you still remember me? I mean, it is even hard for you to know my name in the first place so I won't assume you still remember it by now. However, if you really don't remember, then ouch. How dare you forget someone who keeps bothering you every day just to tell their story and shit? 

I still do feel how the wind touches my skin whenever I'd go to places we both used to go. I still remember how I used to take each wall for you every time you give your ears to me.  I still feel your deep haze of cold eyes turned mesmerizing and full of curiosity whenever it lands on me. I still feel those low tones of yours every time the rains pour outside the convenience store—every midnight I tried to ease my loneliness by waiting for you. 

You teach me things I have never been aware of because of the privilege I have. You introduce me to a life I have never encountered before. You let me voice out the baggage I used to promise-keeping until I died. You made me feel how long the hours were whenever we both make our own world in the middle of the night. I have never realized how you used to run away from me turned into waiting for me every time, in front of me, smiling. 

I keep the time as you said. I cherish each second as you said. I have loved and still keep loving every single hour I breathe as I promised. But could you promise me one thing? Could you come back after those seconds falls and died? You did not promise me anything nor clear things about me, you—us. But I just want you to know that I will keep waiting, in that place, at midnight as I used to.

From the woman, you left that midnight.