"Good morning baby." Ruphert, my husband, hugged me tight as he kissed my forehead.
I hugged him back.
Then, we started to kiss on the lips without getting up and brushing our teeth or gargling some mouth wash.
We kissed and we kissed until we burst into laughter.
We both remembered the night when we first met...
the night when he kissed me...
and the night when we knew each other.
Flashback...
It was a cold winter night.
It is snowing.
I had a fight with my boyfriend.
I dumped him in the morning.
And now I am crying tonight.
I ran and ran until I got tired and found myself in the middle of the central park.
I just sat on a bench and cried even more.
I know that I am the one who dumped him, but damn, he should have fought for our relationship!
And oh for Christ's sake! I am very ugly now with my make up smudged all over my face.
"You shouldn't be here all by yourself."
I heard a voice.
I did not bother to check who's there.
"Vampires, werewolves, addicts, gangsters and the likes are wandering here at night."
I lifted my face to see who's talking.
He's standing under the shadows so I can't see his face clearly.
I didn't recognize the voice, so he is most probably a stranger.
He sat beside me and said nothing.
Out of the blue, I said, "are you a vampire, werewolf, addict, gangster, or someone along those?"
"If I tell you, all of the above, would you believe me?"
I shouldn't be talking with someone whom I don't know.
"I'll be leaving now," I told him.
"I will be waiting. Same time. Same place... If you want to be comforted."
I checked my watch. It's 11pm.
I left the man without saying anything more...
A week passed by, and I am now very miserable.
I saw my EXboyfriend with a new woman.
I can't believe that jerk would date another girl knowing that we just broke up.
Didn't he know the three-month rule?!
I walked and walked until I passed by the entrance of the central park.
I checked my watch. It's 10:45pm.
"I'll be waiting. Same time. Same place."
I shruged and ignored my thoughts, I went straight back home.
Three months have passed. And I have totally moved on. I guess.
I ate dinner with my college friends. We haven't seen each other for a long time because we work in different cities.
I dropped my glass of smoothie as I saw the couple outside making out.
I thought, I already moved on.
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Strangers' Love [Oneshot]
RomanceWho would knew that a love story would be written for two strangers. "I'll be waiting. Same time. Same place."