Never have I expected that we wouldn’t meet on my birthday. My schedule was tight; college in the morning, dinner with family in the evening and a lunch with my classmates in between. Making time out for her was a responsibility I chose to ignore, knowing she’d understand. The day had passed and another. She was angry but calm.
One evening, my phone screen lit up.”Meet me today? I have something for you.”
Though we live only a few miles apart, we hardly meet twice a month. So meeting her was paramount. Now’s my chance to apologise and make up for my mistake. I hate gifts, they make a relationship look formal. My thoughts contradict hers when it comes to respect in a relationship. She says it’s important, I say it isn’t. Why should one thank or apologize or gift someone they love? There’s no need to prove anything.
“Tell me, what is it?” I replied.
“Surprise! Come see it for yourself.”
I threw the phone aside and put on a grim face.
“I’m sorry, just for this once. Don’t scold me for the gift.”
As much as I hate gifts, I despise surprises. But how can you refuse when she’s being a total cutie pie? The wait was long as the afternoon was sloppy as hell, it just doesn’t go. The usual time was 5:30pm but I raced to her locale half hour early so that I could catch a glimpse and stalk her to rendezvous. As nature would have it, there was gentle breeze and little yellow flowers (which I hate) flying around. Cloudy skies made sure I was in a good mood.
As I turned to my left, a blurry view revealed her to me as she moved forward gracefully. Making sure she’d not notice, I followed her, hiding behind cars and trees and there she was, all of a sudden, facing me!
“I told you not to come early and wait for me. I hate to keep you waiting. Now wait longer for your gift. That’s your punishment.” Now, what’s this babyface gotten me into? I dread waiting. We walked slowly, without a word between us, just silence reigning. Being an ice breaker that she was, “wanna get ice cream?” I nodded.
“Don’t wanna talk?” I nodded again.
“Here’s your gift.” She turned away as I took the book into my hands.
The secret diary of Hendrick Groen! I so wanted this book!!
“Look at the bookmark. Isn’t it cute?? I loved it.” She said, pointing it out.
With heavy eyes and a light-hearted laugh, I brushed through the pages. She knew I was elated and that’s all she ever wanted.
“Anything happens to that bookmark, I’m gonna smack your head.”