Suspicion swallowed me as I tried unlocking his phone. Why was the old password not working? What is he hiding from me?
I give him a sideways look; however, he was too engrossed in the game of Fire & Water to notice me. "Oh," he says, losing a round and diverting his attention to me. "I have changed my password. Guess what it is."
I tap the numbers.
1-7-0-3.
Nope, not his birthday.
0-1-4-7.
Damn.
1-8-0-2.
So my farts don't mean anything to him. I see.
0-2-0-9.
Oh.
0-1-0-2.
"Are you fucking crazy? What is wrong with you?" he asks as I laugh it off nervously.
1-6-0-9.
Maybe he chose a more important date.
Excitedly, I tap the next set in a haste.
0-5-1-0.
'Oh,' I think in disappointment, embarrassed that I expected him to choose this date. Maybe it was not as important as I thought it to be. I hand him over the phone with a slow, "I give up."
"Just guess," he says, pressing his phone back on my hand. I look at the digits, preparing my heart for the next disappointment. This was going to be a very narcissistic and silly move, but it was just him and me. I tap the next set.
"****************".
The phone unlocks and reveals his gruesome wallpaper that I always ignore successfully.
"That is so sweet," I say in a slow voice, still shocked that someone would do this for me. I was at a loss of words- I had never expected him to do this. He smiles at me and hugs me tightly. Though he keeps brushing off my thank you's by calling his actions the bare minimum, he would never understand how these small gestures affect my entire week. Little does he know that when times get rough, I think of us in the scooter or him choosing my birthdate as his password or him playing make-up games with me.
Little does he know that he is making my dreams come true- treating me like as though I am the main character.
