Magical Tipsy Toes

He used to watch her from the window. How she liked to take her time, never in a hurry. Most of the time, it looked like she was in her own bubble of thoughts. He thought she was the prettiest girl and yet, he thought she was quite stuck up. He remembered how she used to be quiet when she was sitting with her friends. He remembered sitting beside her, but she never really noticed him. He remembered how sometimes, he would queue behind her just so he could maybe find the courage to talk to her. Somehow, by the time he summoned his courage, her friends would gather around her. He remembered how she liked to tuck her legs in the table and still look so damn comfortable doing it. He didn’t know what it was; it was just a strange connection. A need to protect her. He never really understood why. Little did Kye know she was placed in his life for a reason.

Sade didn’t really think much of him. She thought he was an average guy. She never really paid much attention. It felt like a blur to her then. She didn’t talk much then. She spoke when there was a need too. She had a good bunch of friends around her. At that time, he just wasn’t so sure of herself. Most of her thoughts were penned in her little diary. Sometimes she liked to sketch her thoughts out. Sometimes she dreamed in her book. But she never believed that she was someone worth liking or even loving. Little did she know.

Kye was sometimes bastard. He sometimes guarded himself real good and proper. That lead him to playing the field and he played it real well. He went out there and he had his fun. But somehow, over the years, his path led him to that girl he used to watch. It happened unexpectedly one night and since then Sade has been his everyday and constant. He tried to tell himself otherwise, but the thoughts in his heart refused to let him believe it. That’s when he decided he needed to live his life with inhibition and caution.

She realized that there was something different about Kye. She couldn’t really figure it out. But she trusted him. They were like best friends. She knew that Kye was just different. She liked that Kye kept her safe. Like a safety blanket she knew she could always depend on. She believed he was placed in her life for an unknown reason, but she knew it was an important one.

But they both never really found out the reason, till today.

Kye knew the day was getting closer. He knew it in his heart. He knew it because her eyes always told the truth. And today, as he watched her looking out of the window into the garden, he knew. Just like he knew her heart was meant for him. He stood at the doorway for a while, watching her. Sade didn’t know he was there. She was lost in her own thoughts. And as he watched her, he smiled to himself as she made her way through his mind. He remembered all those times she got angry with him when he was being an ass. He remembered the one time he left her stranded at a supermarket. He remembered how often he would send her silly poems and messages. And that late night conversations while walking or during coffee was always the best. He remembered all her different smiles. All her different tones of voices. He remembered how would kill over roasted marshmallows. Sometimes they would get into crazy arguments, but every time they fought, he would look at her, as angry as he was, he realized over and over again, all the many reasons as to why he loved her. And she made her way through his mind, she turned around and smiled that gorgeous smile of hers. His heart warmed. He needed to be strong. He didn’t want crumble in front of her. Not today. Today, he needed to be her constant, her everyday. Today, he needed to give her that.

He could tell she was afraid. Worried of where she might be headed…He couldn’t tell her that he was worried too. Worried of what was to be after….But as she made her way to the place where she was suppose to be, she remembered what he always used to say.. “Just take along my love with you. And if you knew how much I loved you, baby, nothing could go wrong with you”

11 years ago - 1995

We met at the interchange. I thought you were a stuck up pretty girl. You thought I was going to beat you up. We took the bus home together. We wrote letters to each other. You got caught for throwing one important letter into the classroom in front the teacher She read it and we both had to haul our ass to teacher’s room. You almost got into a fight with the the crazy bunch in my class. I didn’t know till a year later. We ate often at the coffee shop at my place. Your favourite was chicken chop but you only finished the fries. You waited when I had extra classes. I waited when you had extra classes. We rarely walked to the interchange together though. Somehow, we just happen to wait for each other at the our usual place. I knew how she pissed you off. You knew who I liked. You had secrets thought in your head. So did I. You punched me in the face. Accidentally of course. You switched off my computer when I was in the midst of an important assignment. You were scared to talk to me after. But you thought a curry puff would rectify the situation. And then you shifted to a new house.

There was no more going home together. Instead we had silly notes in school.

Then I left school.

9 Years ago - 1998

We met accidentally at the train station. We realized we were going to the same place for the same thing. We laughed ourselves silly along the way. We were a little excited about new beginnings. We were a little worried about new beginnings. That’s where you met him. That’s where you began to let yourself go a little more. We only spoke once a week. Sometimes accidental meetings will have us talking at length while having coffee. We didn’t met that often. But when we did, it felt comfy and right. Somehow you were there for every single birthday and house party. Of course you’ll always be the girl that walked into the glass door and shattered it to smithereens. (jesting jesting) And I was there for every one of your birthday and functions. We could go a long time not keeping in touch, but when we did, it was always fun. Of course, sometimes you got angry with me and I got angry with you. But angry things never really stayed long.

Then I started to work.

2 years ago - 2005

You called me about a job offer at your place. Within a month, I was sitting beside you at my new work place. And that’s where it begin. You realized just how irritating I am. But you still made me coffee for the first week. We both found out that we’re not really morning people. Instead you got hyper after lunch. And I got sleepy. You found out about the hidden things in my heart. And I found out about the ache in your heart. I looked forward to going to work. And so did you, I hope. I went for smoke breaks while you brought your coffee around. It was at the staircase we discovered many things. Like why troll looks at you a certain way. Or how you can’t really walk in flats, but you’re graceful in heels. How we found out that your coffee spoon doubles as a straw. Or how sometimes you secretly wished you could smoke a whole cigarette without smoking one. We realize I am clumsy on the stairs and you’re clumsy when opening the door. We stopped each other from doing the things we wanted to do but shouldn’t but we’ll bet on who will break first. We purposely stayed in the toilet for a while so we didn’t have to hear Her Royal Hoarseness. You knew her game and you brought in reinforcements. Only to have the mail sent right to her. You got me into trouble. And you got me out of it. You fell everytime I called your line pretending it was an important call. Or how when you were on leave, I messed your table and took a photo and sent it to you, only to have you come back the next day and everything is in order. I like that you enjoy the same songs as I do and you share new ones with me. You realized I hated going out for lunch and secretly you didn’t want to either, but you would get all edgy and angry with me. I never knew why though. But then you would always come up with a plot to get someone else to buy back for us. Or how camel or troll does something stupid, and we both just look at each other and crack up hysterically. I gave up counting how many times you fell off your chair. I know when you’re upset or angry or just being naughty. Or what mood you’re in when you wear contacts or when your wear specs. You leave secret notes in my drawers, I leave secret notes behind your computer. I missed you when you’re on mc. I missed you when you take leave. I miss you.

So little Lise, even though I can’t wish you the minute you come into work or try for the life of me to keep quiet about your present…or leave a trail of surprise notes on your table…or be irritatingly naughty.

I just wanted to tell you that I love you.

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