Wonderlust

I went to a concert with 3 others i couldn't make out who but one of them was a friend I know. And then when we were walking down the benches to look for our seats, I bumped into someone who was already sitting on his seat. It was J. But he looked different. He had make up on! I asked him whats up with the make up and he said it was for the art class. I didn't know he was still in a course or something. 


Oh well, the concert hadn't started so I casually sat to his left and started talking. He was beaming with happiness. The way he smiled, I couldn't forget that smile. And then I figured out that our seats were just few seats away from his. So I decided to just sit next to him the entire concert. And there were not many people anyways so I was hoping that the seat was available. 


Anyway, i couldn't care less. And then we started talking very intimately. Like when we talked, our faces were a bit too close the next step would be a kiss. But the smile was still there. And I couldn't take my eyes off him all the time. My friend called me but I said I would stay and I did. Next thing I know, we kinda held hands. Not the intertwined fingers holding hand kinda stuff but my hand was in his. And we talked about how different our palm sizes were. Mine was chubby and his was so skinny. And then I found scribbles all over my fingers and there was some kind of tape sticking to one of my fingers. I read what was written on it. It was some sort of a love letter. The kind where you wrote to your lover. I asked if it was his and with a very surprised face he admitted that it was his. 


I was so confused. Was there already someone in his life? If yes then what was all the holding hands about? I grabbed the letters from his grip and started reading. It was from a girl name Azie or something. She said she liked him too much she couldn't bear it. I was so sad and crushed. I bet this was the girl he worked with at the company. And he looked at me with the "please dont continue reading that" face and so I stopped. I just read few lines and I almost cried. 


I was mad I threw the letter to him and sat there saying no word. My eyes fixed to the screen in front of me. I took it that he knew I need to know the truth. Then he took out another letter. This time it was even thicker than the first one! Good heaven was that a book or a love letter?! Before handing it out to me he started explaining that she was the one he worked with (as predicted earlier) and he told me he didn't like that girl because she kept pushing him and stuff. She just pestered him whenever she could and that he was so rimas with it. 


The next letter was typed and printed! It was like a pamphlet or something. And he gave that to me. I started reading and flipping thru pages. She told him how she thought he could be the one. And she even prepared slides about marriage! About how a husband should treat his wife and all. No wonder he freaked out. He said he was afraid and that when he saw me, he was all relieved because he knew deep down, he liked me but never had courage to say it until he met me. And throughout the concert, we sat there holding hands and I was in his arm all the time, oblivious to what was happening around us.