I waited for you, I did.
You told me to wait.
But then 15 minutes went by and I started to lose hope.
I was scared, you might never return. Scared to be the fool waiting for a stranger.
I told myself I'll wait five more minutes, because you weren't a stranger.
But with every second I had to wait, the awkwardness of me standing in a crowded room all alone grew. My arms had no idea what to do with themselves, I was too conscious of my pose and I had nothing to lay my eyes upon. So finally I left the party.
I hurried downstairs to the door, outside where the cold and silence embraced me fully. I looked up, the moon was full and bright tonight. Disappointed I walked home at night a bit scared by the late hour but reassured by my appartement being only a five minutes walk. My feet walked me home by muscle memory since my head was to busy discussing my decision to leave. I kept seeing you trying to look for me yelling my name, but then I also saw you leaving annoyed by the spilled drink, leaving me. Maybe I should go back I thought, but my feet kept on walking not doubting a step.
'Aite'
I heard my name, soft, from far, but clear.
My feet immediately paused in their movement and I turned, recognizing your voice. I saw you, running towards me. I was surprised, but glad.
You yelled my name another time and lifted your hand, I also lifted my hand showing you I saw you, and I would wait. Really wait this time.
When you stood in front of me, you said my name one more time, but soft this time.
'Why did you-'
'I'm sorry' I responded before you could accuse me of leaving. You looked me in the eyes puzzled, not saying anything clearly expecting more than a plain sorry.
I looked down, trying to hide my shame. 'I was tired, I wanted to leave and I thought you'd left too..'
'There was a long line, and only one bathroom.'
That explained a lot, I didn't know what to do with myself now. When my eyes met yours, guilt hit me and my reasons of leaving that party left me. Why had I not waited longer.
'Let me walk you home then.'
'You really don't have to it's literally two minutes away from here.' You nodded clearly a bit sad by my response making an understanding humming sound. Silence struck us both not wanting to leave but having nothing to say or to do.
'How about we go for a walk?' I gave a confused smile to your proposal.
'At 3 O clock in the morning?' You gave me a big grin and nodded firmly.
'Look at the moon, how can it shine so bright yet nobody is walking under its light?' I looked up at the full moon bright in the sky, giving so much light for no one to see.
I laughed and looked at you, you were looking at the moon smiling. 'Let's take a walk then. For the moon.' I said with a big smile. You tilted your head to me and nodded smiling at our silliness and the reason for spending time together at this hour. So we started walking, the opposite direction from my apartment, very slowly. As if the next day should never show and the moon should stay bright in the sky for eternity.
'Are you still drunk?' I asked you.
'No, why?' You looked confused but a smile appeared on your face.
'Then are you a poet?' I was smiling to now and your laughed out loud with my question, the sound was calm yet contagious.
'No, why?' Still confused and curious you kept looking at me. I had to look away to avoid your piercing green eyes, making me weak in the knees.
'Hmm then are you crazy?' Now we were both laughing with the questions I asked. I tried my best not to laugh too hard before telling why and helping you out my little torment.
'Stop, tell me why are you asking?' You played your anger, giving me a soft playful push with your right hand.
'Just, how else would you explain saying a phrase like, the moonlight is lonely and we need to walk in its light.' I mocked your voice when trying to recreate what you said.
You snorted 'Well first I don't sound like that. And second isn't it true?' With the second question your voice softened and your head fell back so you could look at the moon again.
'Well yes, I agree, but I've never heard anybody talk like that before. I stared before me, the street we were walking in now was pretty dark, but I kept my eyes on a little light in front of us. 'I love walking in the moonlight or being hidden under a big umbrella when rain pours or walking at a beach early in the morning or being awake when all else is quiet. Only I never met somebody who told me they liked those things too.
You looked at me, smiling softly 'I love all those things. Sometimes people just don't open up easily about what they want and love, leaving you wondering if it's weird to have these feelings.'
I nodded. 'You thing we should open up about what we want more?' I asked more to myself then I asked you, wondering how I would be if I said what I wanted and loved.
'Yes. Then you're not only true to yourself, but also others.'
'You make it sound so easy.' I sighed. We walked into a big open square with a little church in the middle.
'It is.'
I shook my head. 'Not for me, I think I'll need more strength for that, more guts.'
'Sometimes you don't have to think.'
I laughed at your answer. 'Impossible.'
You stopped in your tracks so sudden and then faced me. I stood still to wondering what made you stop. Your eyes were locked steadily with mine and a glint of moonlight reflected in them. For a split second your eyes fell to my lips and you took a step closer. In that little moment my heartbeat went up, my breath came quick and knees felt weak. I kept still, keeping eye contact getting used to the sudden change in your behavior. A few second of silence passed between us, where the only thing we could hear was our breath slowly falling in sync. You then placed your hands on both my hips and took one more step. My breath shuddered and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. Almost no space was left between our bodies now.
'You know what I want right now?' Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.
I shook my head and got out a soft 'no'.
Your left hand rose to the level of my head and cupped the side of my neck, your thump stroke against my ear. Your eyes kept locked with mine and I felt my heart beating faster by the intensity of your gaze, yet I could not look away. You came closer, absorbing every open space between us, stopping when our noses touched and whispered close to my mouth:
'I would love to kiss you under the moonlight tonight.'
