The Falling Petals...🌺

Face-to-Face....

It was 1:30 in the afternoon and I was on an express bus from Gwangju to Busan. First row, window seat. I just love getting window seats.

With my official laptop on my lap, I wasn't working extra hours and making my company proud of me. Rather, I was going through her pictures which I'd managed to download at the very last minute before leaving for the airport.

On my computer screenGazing at her pictureI found myself falling with the rising heightsFalling in love with herCouldn't resist saying- I love youThe madness added when the picture said it too..

During the journey, I gave plenty of reasons to the air hostesses and my fellow passengers to think that there was something wrong with me. Or, to be precise, with my brain. When you see a guy talking to his laptop, at times looking outside at the clouds, smiling, then looking at the screen again and smiling one more time- you cannot be blamed for feeling that his floor might be vacant.

I remember the discomfort of the air hostess when she caught me smiling at my laptop while she was delivering the safety demo. She probably hated me because the demo was supposed to be in sync with the announcement by her colleague, and she was lagging behind. But who asked her to focus on me? I didn't.

If you ask me why I was blushing and smiling, I had plenty of answers for that. Enjoying the candies(served by the same air hostess), I was recalling how Dae gave me a call last night as the minute hand just moved past 12:00 AM and we entered the first minute of a new day- today.

"You are going to come to me todayyyyy," she shouted.

"Oh Man! I am going crazyyyyyy," I also shouted, jumping in my balcony, stirring the calm midnight.

I guess I woke up some of my neighbors, and disturbed some who were about to orgasm. A couple of street dogs came out of the darkness and started barking at me. I rushed back into my room when I saw the lights turn on in a few flats in the building next to mine.

Laughing at last night's events and still enjoying my candies, I recollected how confused I was that morning about what to wear. I pulled out everything from my closet that morning and tried it all in the front of the mirror. I took almost an hour to decide and, then, changed again just before I left for the office. The funny thing is that I ended up wearing the only shirt which wasn't ironed(along with dark denim).

Everything I did that day, I made a mess of. And while I recalled those moments, every now and then weird thoughts would pop into my head-

What if she isn't as beautiful as she appears in her pictures?

What if she ;laughs in a very weird way?

What if she limps?

-and many other such thoughts played hide and seek in my mind, until I finally asked myself the big question.

Do you love her, Jung Hoseok?

Holy shit! Of course it was too late to be asking this.

Well to be honest, I actually forced myself to say it. I don't know why i was a little apprehensive. But, good or bad, the truth was that marrying her was my independent decision, one that I had arrived at without any kind of pressure from my family or from her.

So, to silence those weird thoughts, I pulled out a newspaper from the small rack in front of my seat. But i could not concentrate on the newspaper either. There was a different kind of excitement in me which was sending up a chill inside me, shaking me a bit at times. I don't know what kind of fear it was.

The nervousness and anxiety meant I was going to the loo every 20 minutes. I became a peeing machine. It happens to everyone...Or doesn't it? And I was sure that the kid on the last seat was counting the number of times I passed by him. I pretended to ignore him when he started whispering in his mom's ear. Of course he was telling her about me. I noticed his hand pointing at me, which his mom pulled back, smiling.

Finally at 5:00 in the evening, the plane landed at Busan and I switched on my mobile completely ignoring the captain's command not to do so before instructed. While the plane was taking a U - turn on the runway, I looked out of the window to see if there was a any girl waving towards my plane - it could be her! (Now, I wonder how I could have been so silly to expect visitors on the runway).

I was trying to call her up but, for some reason, my cell phone could not adapt itself to the roaming zone. I kept trying, cursing my phone and the network. I kept trying and kept failing.

A few minutes later, I was standing at the baggage claim section, waiting for my luggage to arrive. But my eyes were not on the conveyor belt. they were looking for something else, rather someone else. Here and there, I was looking at every girl, and peering at the crowd standing outside which was visible through the glass wall.

Then I say my red bag gliding towards me on the belt. But before it could reach me, she reached me.

On my phone.

My cell was working now and I heard the ring, "Dae calling," it said. I took her call.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Silence.

"So." And i turned back facing the exit.

"So."

"What so?"

"I mean, where are you?"

She had never seemed so shy and silent. I could almost hear her blushing. Obviously, her state of mind was no different from mine. And how could it be? Two people, who were madly in love with each other and had decided to marry each other, were going to see each other for the first time int hir life!

"I am at the baggage claim section," I said. And, with that, I noticed my bag going away from me. "Damn! I missed it."

"What did you miss?"

"Mu luggage. I started talking to you and I missed it."

"Uh-oh." She paused while I kept my eyes on the conveyor belt. Then she spoke again, "Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Are you nervous?"

"How do you know?"

"Because....even I am," she confessed. Then she said, "OK! tell me, what are you wearing today?"

"Olive-green shirt and dark-blue jeans. You?"

"Oh my God!"

"What happened?" I thought she didn't like the color I was wearing. "It looks good on me."

"No,  no. It's not about good or bad."

"Then?"

"I am also wearing olive-green and blue jeans."

Coincidences seemed always to be following us. Our birthplaces, the month, the year, our interest in music, our careers, KMS. And now, the clothes we were earing that day.

"Amazing! We are definitely made for each other. Hey! My luggage is coming to me again. I'm going to pick it up and come outside in two minutes. see ya!"

I mad my way through the broken queue to get my bad, and loading it on a trolley, I walked towards the exit. The laptop was still hanging on my shoulder.

finally about to see her, I was anxious, shivering and my heart was beating face. Every feminine voice from the crowd seemed to be hers. Of course, I was trying to behave as if I was relaxed and cool.

"Relax...Relax...Relax. Take a deep breath," I told myself. And the next thing I know, I was already outside.

There were a lot of people in front of me, waiting for their dear ones. Some cab drivers, holding up nameplates for their bosses. There was a lot of shouting and noise from the traffic.

Then, for some reason, I stopped moving froward and turned left.