Today is the first day of the year and I’m quite so-so about it. Why?
First, I don’t have enough time to visit the places I wanted to be. I’m a traveler, by the way. I go to places from time to time to find a perfect breather for me to escape the stress for a while.
[Second] Of course, the-so-cliché phrase of every student, “Pasukan na naman.”
Well, I don’t really hate it. Actually, I like it because my friends make me forget the biggest reason why I hate the start of the year.
Waiting in the airport.
I hate to wait, really. Every second in my life is precious- well I don’t have enough of them.
I got an e-mail from him saying, “Wait at the airport on January 1. You might see me coming out from the inside.”
I texted my bestfriend about it and I also informed her that I’m coming alone.
“Are you kidding me, Anne?! You’re still waiting for that asshole? Come to your sense, stupid. HE’S NOT COMING BACK! “
I pissed her off again. I can’t blame her. I got that e-mail 3 years ago. Yeah, I know that I’m really stupid for waiting every January 1 in 3 consecutive years but because of what happened between us, I just can’t let it slide or let it go that way. Most importantly, he did not indicate the year so this might me the year.
I have my reason why I’m waiting for him even though I hate it. I have to tell him the true about me, the truth about everything.
It’s already 9pm and there’s no flight coming back from Dubai. As I stood up from sitting in a bench, I scanned the crowd but still, no sign of him. “Another year.” I breathe.
I went to the nearest coffee shop and ordered my usual. This shop was supposed to be our meeting place if we didn’t catch each other at the airport.
Minutes have passed staring at the driveway hoping -just hoping- that he will park his car and wave his hand to me as he coming out from it but I know it won’t happen.
I snapped from thinking of him because of the vibration of my phone in my pocket. I tossed it out and saw an unregistered phone number flashing on the screen.
I hesitated to answer but I answered it anyway, might be important. “Hello?”
I heard a deep breath on the other line. “Anne? This is me. Mark.”
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Author's Note:
Wala akong consistency. Huhuhubels T^T
Your beautiful author PinkMadoka signing off...
