Be With You

17

I don't have any wish or anything to let go but I decided to go to the cliff. Smiling to myself when the cold wind hit my face. The sunset was beautiful as always, seeing this from where I was standing is the comfort I needed whenever I'm here.

I will never ever get tired of it. Holding a three paper plane in my hand with nothing written on it, like I always do. I throw it on the cliff and let it fly.

How many times did I wish someone here? to help me heal? to finally find someone that can make me happy and give peace?

but none of them really give me that.

Now, I don't want to wish for anything.

I just want to have it naturally.

I heaved a deep sigh and glanced at the picnic set up not away from me. I don't know who it is but I think they were having a date here with wine and flowers included.

Lucky.

Smiling, as the thought of the two people having an intimate moment here, sharing their stories with each other and being together on this beautiful view.

I glance back at the mesmerizing sunset again. I extended my hand trying to reach it but I knew I couldn't. Laughing internally for what I was doing.

My phone kept on beeping and I know it's from Quen. He was like this since we had this promise between us...actually since he told me about his feelings.

He told me that I didn't need to reply to him. He just wants to message me, update me, ask questions and I can reply back if I want to.

'But don't pressure yourself. Just let me do this...and let me show you how much I like you.'

That's what he said. His exact words.

I took my phone out and read his messages. Honestly, I love reading his random messages.

Jung: You know that Jack threw up after 2 bottles of whiskey? He texted to come over at his house because his girlfriend broke up with her.

Jung: be ready for his preach to never in a relationship again

Jung: yeah, but keep on messaging people to go out with him

Jung: have you eaten?

Jung: saw your post, how's your work going? You started the first gown already?

Jung: roasted chicken or well-done steak?

Jung: you clearly enjoy the steak. Saw your post. Eat well.

Jung: where did you go? you told me you're going somewhere.

Jung: Can I pick you up tomorrow?

Jung: tell me if messaging you was too much, okay?

I smile after reading his messages. I want to tell him that it is not, he can message as long as he wants because I enjoy reading it.

So that's what I did.

Me: It's alright, Quen. You can message me all you want. :) I just visited my favorite place. Will go home in a while.