I’m here, love me! (4)

“Who is she?” – I asked Louis.

“I don’t know, so go over there and find out” – He answered while pulling me towards you – “just talk to her, dumbass!”

You were sitting at a table in the corner, looking soft and far away, stirring your drink (was it your favorite? I don’t remember). Your usually black curly hair was straight, falling down your back, making you look like a dark-haired angel. You were wearing makeup – a soft line in your eyes that made them look intense and a light pink color in your lips – and a simple black dress. I just stood there, waiting for you to look up (it took you forever to look up), but when you did you said:

“Hi, Richard. Do you need anything?”

You knew my name; it surprised me to no end. “I’m so sorry but am I supposed to know you? I don’t remember you face…”

“Yes, you are. We have literature together and always have different opinions, which is why we end up having those heated debates. You are very stubborn but so am I. Now please leave, I’m waiting for someone”

“It’s you? Wow, Sam, you look…”

“Yeah, whatever. Now go!”

“Hum… I’ve been here for an hour and a half and you were already here before I arrived, so it seems your “someone” isn’t coming!”

You turned away your face with an expression of hurt pride, and I realized how mean I had been for poking your freshly made wound. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Yeah, well, hell is full of people who didn’t mean to do something yet they did it anyway. Now leave me be!”

I left you alone, and spent the rest of the night thinking about you. I hated making you feel like that, which was weird because I don’t usually care so much about someone I barely know.

The place was closing and there you were, stirring the same drink. Slowly you got up and started walking home. It was late so I followed you to make sure you got home safe (once you told me you knew I was there, watching over you. You said “Thank you, my love, thank you for being my guardian angel.”).

I can’t stop writing, thinking!, about you… I scream your name in my sleep, and sigh it in my dreams. You have camped in my heart and in my mind. I can’t forget you because you’re my other half, and yet we deny each other the feel of being whole. Why? Oh, Sam… my love, my life, I miss you!