This is an interlude to a story written long back! Confessions of My Heart. I've been meaning to conjure this up since a long time but finally got this together.
The story is a divided into three parts and can be found here, and somehow the interludes basically occur after chap 2 as chap3 in the end of this series...complicated?? I hope not :)
Confessions Of My Heart: Part 1
Confessions Of My Heart: Part 2
Confessions Of My Heart: Part 3
Confessions Of My Heart: Interlude 1
I finally asked you to dance
On the last slow song
Beneath that moon that was really a disco ball
I can still feel my head on your shoulder
And hoping that song would never be over
The sun sank behind the hilltops and the dark veil gradually began settling at
eventide. The fragrance of the wet soil from the rain shower earlier was
wafting in the chilly air. He was sitting on his bed idly crooning the song
playing on his music player. His fingers adeptly moved along the strings of his
guitar and the freshly brewed coffee lay neglected on the nightstand. It was a
rather quite night with nothing much to do and he let himself immerse in the
memories of her.
I haven't
seen you in ages
Sometimes I find myself
Wondering where you are
It was long
since he last saw her though he thought of her on daily basis. It was hard not
to think of her, it was like breathing and not living. His mind wandered away
and he let his heart dominate once again. He was never the one who fought inner
battles but off lately the calm that reigned receded. On a quiet night, on a
sunny day, at work or even when in the company of friends he felt empty and
alone. He was missing her. So much that, even the beach he had taken a liking to
at times like these didn’t sedate his nerves.
For me
you'll always be eighteen
And beautiful and dancin' away with my heart
In these four years of togetherness it was not
that they didn’t talk ever, they did but only when he was overwhelmed and
overcome by need. A need so primeval and strong that only she could soothe his
burning soul. Addiction or love he chose not to name it, at the end a nameless
relation was easier to elude with no explanation to offer. It might look absurd
to a third person but when had they been an obvious couple. Their relation was
unconventional just like them.
I brushed
your curls back so I could see your eyes
And the way you moved me was like you were reading my mind
I can still feel you lean into kiss me
I can't help but wonder if you ever miss me
He sighed and
drew a long breath, when he remembered their last phone conversation. At least at the
moment it was.
“So, this is
finally our last talk.” He said. “Is it really??” she asked regaining her composure,
before continuing “I just can’t seem to believe it is.”
It was weird
that they didn’t speak for a while and let the quaint silence linger a little
longer, neither sure how to go about. It was then that he spoke in a neutral
tone, “Trapped you finally, didn’t I? Never knew I could come up with something
so brilliant.” She smiled, before replying “Yes, you trapped me but not today. The
day I fell in love with you was the day I was truly trapped.” He didn’t respond
to her for a while as his voice was choked with emotions. He sighed sadly as he
spoke, “Good bye and take care.” And all she could muster up was a quiet, “See
you, take care.”
You headed
off to college
At the end of that summer and we lost touch
I guess I didn't realize even at that moment we lost so much
Coming
out of his reverie, he shook his head to clear his mind of dusty thoughts and
forgotten times. This isn't the time for retrospection, he admonished himself. But he couldn’t help but wonder and spoke out loud;
“What are you for me, Faya? Are you my friend or my girl? Is this
new feeling that I have is what I'm supposed to feel for my closest friend, or
for the woman I love?”
Sighing contentedly,
he sips his now cold coffee as the song on the music player changes.
