The best thing was that she was coming alone to enjoy his quality time with me. I was scared this time because I wouldn't take any other chance of losing her. I just wanted to be accurate in front of her and let her see that I'm the only one who cared about her, loved her madly and never wanted to lose her.
When I saw her, I was spellbound once and for all; my heart skipped a beat and almost stopped. When you get all tingly inside, and felt hundreds of butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't help but smile.
The whole world stopped for a while, thousands of thoughts were swirling in my mind, and I found myself praying and hoping that I still had a tiny space in her heart, that she would like me back in the same intensity that I did.
I wanted to say so much to her, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her. I was silent on the way back home, and all through the rest of that day, I barely said a thing to her. My words were lost.
I felt ashamed for being a wimp in her presence, and I walked up to her after giving myself various pep talks on how to keep my emotions at bay. I slowly walked to her and hesitantly asked, "How is life going?"
She stayed quiet for a moment, then she took a deep breath before answering me, "Everything is going great." I could sense that she was trying to just get emotions by the forced blank look on her face, but I decided against asking her for a reason behind my observation.
I think she sensed my mental war, so she changed her expression and gave me a beautiful smile, "Hammy, you dare so changed now. I sensed that from the first time I saw you in the airport."
"People don't change; they just become more aware of who they are," I replied to her.
She had control over my heart even if she didn't know; being in love is one of the best and worst things in the world. You can't concentrate. You are happier than you have ever been and ever thought you could be. It's a beautiful thing.
After we talked for a bit, we any back to our rooms. I had no idea what Mary was thinking, but all I was thinking was how I would talk to her and all the things I would say to her when I got the chance. I also focused on the happiness swelling in my chest from being in the same building as her. I was filled with hope that better days were up ahead.
Day 2:
When I woke up that morning, I found that Mary was nowhere to be seen. After searching the whole upstairs for her, I went downstairs and saw her getting ready there.
I tried to pass her side and make myself invisible, but she called me, and I stopped in my tracks before turning to face her.
She came over to me and asked if we could have a get together with our childhood friends. I kept quiet for a while, not so sure, then I nodded.
She smiled at me, happy that I agreed, and I couldn't help the small smile that crept on my lips from seeing her happy.
I contacted some of our old friends that day, Anah is a part of them, but she didn't show up that evening.
We all met in a restaurant quite far away from my house. Meeting them after such a long time made me realize how fast time flies.
We spent the rest of the evening catching up, and we didn't realize how fast night fell. We said our final goodbyes around midnight, and Mary and I went home together.
The journey home was quite a long one as we had to take a thirty-minute train ride then walked the remaining distance home. Walking side by side with her made me feel a kind of extraordinary happiness; it made me feel like I got my best friend back.
We didn't walk in silence on our way back; instead, we enjoyed our company by listening to music, doing crazy random things and talking about the success of our reunion with our friends.
I couldn't help staring at her, over and over again all through the walk. She looked so beautiful, smiling like that. I wished I could see her smile every day.
When we got home, tired from work, we went to our different rooms out of the day.
As soon as I entered the room, I laid down on my bed, but I didn't sleep till an hour later; my mind was full of the beautiful moments we shared, and I hoped I would still have many more to come.
Let me ask you a simple question?
Do you ever just crave someone's presence? Like you would literally be happy sitting next to them in silence.
Day 3:
I woke up a little past eight in the morning; I knew I was awake, but I didn't make any nice to open my eyes or stand up; it felt like a dream, a dream I didn't want to end.
I finally opened my eyes, a massive smile on my face, and all those things I thought were dreams, and all those imaginations were converting to reality.
I had planned on getting up earlier to get ready because I had something planned for her, but this still worked.
After I was ready, the first place I went to was her room, she wasn't there though then I went downstairs to look for her and heard her voice and my parents' coming from the lawn outside.
I met them and made small talk for a short while before excusing myself from mum and dad, and I asked Mary to accompany me for a sightseeing trip around the whole city.
Mary agreed to my request, saying that she wanted to go out and have some fun too, so we made plans and asked my dad for his car, which he agreed to and set out.
We went to a Cinema to watch a romantic movie; I already knew her taste in things like that, so it was a no-brainer for me when I was buying the tickets online.
I tried my best to show my inner self, my love and affection for her through my actions, and I knew she was observing everything, but I was stunned when after the movie she told me, "look, Hammy, I don't want you to create any expectations from me, just leave whatever it is. You will be heartbroken."
I wanted to say something to her about the statement, but when I saw when she turned away immediately, I decided to keep quiet about it because I was convinced that she was trying to hide her feeling me from me.
After that somewhat awkward moment, I took her to a party, and we let loose and danced. The worst of you ask me, I am a terrible dancer, but I had learned a few moves earlier to impress my sweetheart.
While we were dancing, she sort of dropped the massive wall she built between us and got comfortable with me, "I don't know why Hammy, but I feel so secure with you."
My heart leapt internally at her words, "Don't worry, sweetie, I will always be here for you," I replied.
We enjoyed ourselves at the party then headed back home. Mary was very quiet, I had never seen her so quiet, and I had to keep sneaking glances at her every few minutes.
She sat in the front passenger seat looking out of the window; she seemed too deep thought.
When we finally got home, she came to me after we alighted from the car and held my hands in her smaller, softer ones, "Thank you for everything," She said in her sweet voice then we went to our separate rooms.
Day 4:
I hardly slept all night, so the following day, it was a bit hard for me to wake myself up early like I usually did. I ended up waking around 11a.m., and without getting ready or having breakfast, I headed to Mary's room.
I was getting close to her door, I heard that she was on the phone with her mum so I started going away and not wanting to disturb her, but when I heard my name, my curiosity peaked, and I found myself edging closer to the door, so I could listen.
"Hammy is so changed; he is so caring and treating me like a princess these past days,"
I blushed as then a new idea popped into my head.
I left the door then was on my way to the kitchen when Mary called my name from behind; I turned my head towards her and saw her walking towards me. She looked as beautiful as usual, putting on casual clothes and no unique makeup.
"Let's spend today at home and get to know each other," She said. It had been a while since we actually talked and shared secrets and all.
So we had breakfast together, then I sang a few songs for her, which was my idea. I am pretty good at singing, not as good as an average musician, but I tried. I always wanted to be a good singer.
After singing songs together, we went to put on Netflix, and she selected a movie. While we were watching the movie, I turned to her smiling and said, "You look magnificent without makeup, so you don't have to put it on in front of me, and she smiled back at me genuinely.
After the movie, she asked me, "Do you have a girlfriend yet?"
Instead of replying, I stared into her eyes and smiled as if trying to communicate my feelings for her through my gaze.
Mary added me to her Twitter account again, and we shared some of the pictures we took during our childhood years; I noticed that she only liked the ones where we were together and close to each other, so it clicked on my mind to make those pictures more memorable.
The day went by so fast, and I didn't even realize it because I was caught up talking with Mary. We got to know each other again, and I found new things about her, like her love for music.
After that, we spent the rest of the day talking, and that's how that day went.
Day 5:
I woke up around my usual time, and I was surprised to see that Mary was sitting in the chair in my room, waiting for me to wake up.
She showed me her laptop as soon as she greeted me good morning. The screen was on a webpage advertising an open theatre concert, her favourite musician was performing, and she told me she had booked tickets for both of us earlier that morning.
We got ready for the concert in the evening, and we got to the venue early to get suitable spaces close to the stage.
We had a lot of fun at the concert, she kept jumping and screaming at the top of her voice in accompaniment to the musicians, it was really wonderful seeing her that happy.
When we got back, Mary was very excited. She kept gushing about how fun the concert was, the musicians, the songs, and I got an idea.
She went to sleep shortly after from exhaustion, but I didn't sleep; I spent all night writing a song for the love of my life. I was finally done with my song at a little past five in the morning.
I was nervous and excited for the new day; I kept wondering whether she would love my song or not, but I knew that even if she didn't like the lyrics or tune, she would love the fact that I did something so meaningful for her.
Day 6:
I was feeling excited and anxious for what the day held, I already had in my mind the way I was going to surprise Mary with the birthday party, and I even imagined the look on her face when she would find out.
I had already texted and called her close friends from Izmir and Istanbul, where we were. It was going to be a massive celebration, so I made sure to call Anah my best friend and this time, she agreed to come.
The plan almost got spoil when Mary came to my room in the morning and asked me to go with her for a visit to Izmir because she wanted to meet her old neighbours, some family members and neighbourhood friends, but I had to refuse to make the excuse that I wasn't feeling well enough to travel.
So she ended up going to Izmir that morning with my parents, who also had people there, and they planned to return later in the evening.
As soon as they left the house, I started preparing for her birthday party; I called some friends over early to help me out.
Some of Mary's friends who she was meant to meet came over early too, so they joined the force, and we started decorating the house and ordering the goods.
When we were done, I went to my room to practice the song I wrote for her and prepared a PowerPoint presentation in which some of our pictures when we were younger; I planned to show them on a projector before the start of the party.
The venue was finally ready, and all the preparations were intact. I already informed my parents of the plan to play the vital role of keeping her busy, y I'll; it was time.
Mary, for some reason, came home alone, I saw her coming from the street, and I turned off the lights, "Hammy? Hammy, where are you and why are the lights off?" She asked while entering the home.
At that moment, the projector automatically started showing out memorable moments of those days when we were younger then I started my song for her. She followed my voice to the living room upstairs, then the lights suddenly turned on, and we all shouted "Happy birthday, Mary!"
She looked so shocked and pleasantly surprised when I retook my guitar and started singing.
Let me be your hero
Would you dance if I asked you to dance?
Would you run and never look back?
Would you cry if you saw me crying?
Would you save my soul tonight?
Would you tremble if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh? Oh, please tell me this.
Now would you die for the one you love?
Hold me in your arms tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away. (Credit. Enrique Iglesias)
Everyone clapped when I was done; Mary was blushing so hard that her face turned red, and she tried to hide it by covering her face with her hands.
I went downstairs, and Mary followed me and pulled me into a bear hug, "Thank you," she said; her voice was laced heavily with joy, and I felt so happy and content.
Everybody was in a good mood. When the cake was presented, she cut it and gave me the first slice; I felt like all my worries had been lifted all my shoulders; she was the only person in the world to me at that moment.
Afterwards, we danced and went round to mingle with the rest of the guests. Then I saw Anah, she was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room crying. I excused Mary and went towards her, but she stood up and ran out of the house, away from the party as soon as she saw me approaching.
I went after Mary and shouted for her to stop, but he was already gone when I was downstairs.
I got my phone and tried her number variously, I sent her a few texts, but she didn't reply; I kept it in mind to be sure to ask her what was wrong, but after a while, I went back to the party to enjoy the company of Mary and my other friends.
Later that night, the party finally ended, and the guests started returning to their homes, "It was a memorable night," Mary said when we were about to retire for the day.
"It's the least I can do for you," I replied her.
She gazed into my eyes and looked like she was going to say, but she kept it in then said, "Since it's my last night here, let us stay up all night to talk, I'm really going to miss you when I leave here."
"Yeah, sure," I nodded my head in agreement. We went up to the house's attic, which was made into a hangout room with a swing chair facing the window, which gave a fantastic view.
We were talking about random things and laughing together for the following hours, it was a few hours till daybreak when she stopped talking much,
We lay down on a bed and did nothing but staring at each other's eyes. As if it wasn't the eyes I was looking into but her true innocent soul. As if those brownish little eyes could have all the harshness of this life and will still be calm as if nothing ever happened.
"Are you sleepy?" I asked her.
"Do you love me?" She asked, ignoring my question and asking one of her own.
"Why are you asking this?"
"I want to know," she replied me in a shy, quiet voice.
"Yes, I do. I do love you," I replied to her. I took her hand in mine, rubbing concentric circles on it with my thumb.
She looked down, avoiding my intense gaze on her face, so I lifted my hand slowly and cautiously placed it on her face leaning closer to her so that we could be on the same eye level.
"Can I kiss you, Mary?"