He sat behind the
table, and right across from her and dammit, he couldn't help himself from getting lost in those eyes. They seemed
to drink him in, and this time he'd let himself be drawn right in. It didn't
matter that all this time, he'd lied that she wasn't the one for him. Now, it
was a secret that had become too heavy for his insides. If she picked up the
signals today, then so be it. There'd be no lying to her anymore. He'd do the
right thing and 'fess up. Tell her how madly and deeply he'd fallen for her.
How much it killed him to think of her in another man's arms, crying on another
man's shoulders, having someone who wasn't him in her 2 a.m thoughts, promising
her forever to another.
Screw his feelings of
insecurity. There wasn't a damn thing he could do about not being good enough
for her. God knew she drove him nuts trying to be his best for her. He planned
to keep right on trying even if it drove him crazy. Screw the fact that the
ring he had for her in his pocket could not live up to the expensive jewellery
she'd grown up owning. He had emptied his susu account for this, and only fate
knew how he was going to save all that money again. Screw that. He needed to
right things first with his heart. Maybe later, his world would follow suit.
She stared right back
at him, eyes unwavering. Full of questions. Full of emotion. Swelling with the
one thing he could identify with, had been identifying with for a while: Love
so raw and full. The moment was theirs. Never mind that his master was waiting
for them to load passengers. Or that, flies were having a good time on his
untouched plate of waakye.
He had her. She had
him. They had each other and they had love. Hopefully, they'd have it happily
ever after.