“Is it him I am looking for or am I visualizing?” I commented. “He is, I guess, in his late teens, matured and rather good looking with well toned muscles and a sensible tanned skin. Most of all, he is blonde.”
“Hey, you seem to look prettier than I have thought” he opens up the conversation, with a blissful smile.
“This is Craig” he introduced himself while politely reaching out his macho arm for a hand shake, “Craig Nelson, your savior,” he teased.
“Arrrrgh ya,” I felt tongue-tied and anxious.
“Oh, what can I do to thank you?” I started abruptly, “I am actually on a vacation and will be leaving this island in couple of hour’s time. Do you fancy a decent meal right now?” I uttered, in a demanding intonation.
“Provided it’s convenient to you?” I waited excitedly for his answer.
“What, leaving in a couple of hours? You must be joking? I thought you might want to stay for a week or so …” he suddenly halted his conversation and looked away, upset.
I am puzzled but, on the other hand, I felt something strange going on. Each time when we exchanged looks, it seems to have some so-called magnetic strength that pulls us closer together. Oh, how I wondered this moment will be perpetual or, at least, last as long as it could – I guess the timing will do the trick!
Finally, before departing, we ended our conversation with a long cuddle and he then press me something he has clutched tight within his fist earlier. He repeatedly seeks me to drop him a line when I reached home but I didn’t promise.
“Looking back it has been almost three years since then,” I recap.
I twisted my wrist watch, it was five minutes pass eight; the crowd becomes larger with more and more students coming in. Ding, dong – the school “Graham Bell” strikes indicating class has begun. Tentatively, I saw everyone has been seated on their chosen coordinate and among his peers.
“Hey, you seem to look prettier than I have thought” he opens up the conversation, with a blissful smile.
“This is Craig” he introduced himself while politely reaching out his macho arm for a hand shake, “Craig Nelson, your savior,” he teased.
“Arrrrgh ya,” I felt tongue-tied and anxious.
“Oh, what can I do to thank you?” I started abruptly, “I am actually on a vacation and will be leaving this island in couple of hour’s time. Do you fancy a decent meal right now?” I uttered, in a demanding intonation.
“Provided it’s convenient to you?” I waited excitedly for his answer.
“What, leaving in a couple of hours? You must be joking? I thought you might want to stay for a week or so …” he suddenly halted his conversation and looked away, upset.
I am puzzled but, on the other hand, I felt something strange going on. Each time when we exchanged looks, it seems to have some so-called magnetic strength that pulls us closer together. Oh, how I wondered this moment will be perpetual or, at least, last as long as it could – I guess the timing will do the trick!
Finally, before departing, we ended our conversation with a long cuddle and he then press me something he has clutched tight within his fist earlier. He repeatedly seeks me to drop him a line when I reached home but I didn’t promise.
“Looking back it has been almost three years since then,” I recap.
I twisted my wrist watch, it was five minutes pass eight; the crowd becomes larger with more and more students coming in. Ding, dong – the school “Graham Bell” strikes indicating class has begun. Tentatively, I saw everyone has been seated on their chosen coordinate and among his peers.
(to be continued)
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