Shay has been gone for two months now. I don't know whether he will come back or be gone forever. You come in at the exactly perfect time.
It hurts me a bit that I have to forget you and replace with someone that looks just like you.
"Nothing. Most probably studying for my exam"
"Let's go eat sushi. Do you eat sushi?"
"Yes I do eat sushi. But where?"
"Al Khobar? No no no no. I have to muggle up for my exam"
He looked me deep into my eyes.
"Give me one week. Then you can take me wherever you want to. Even to the moon"
We locked our little fingers and he smiled.
"A tiny bit. But being wiped out by his smile"
"Are you dumb or something? Never in my life I see someone so brainless as you. After all the shits that you've been through, you still get over the moon by his fucking smile?"
"I do. That's what love does to you. It puts your sanity at the cliff. Either you stay on the edge worrying to fall down or just jump down and being crazy"
It was like witnessing Jeremiah came back to life. As if the wrecked Chevy that tumbled into the sideway of Highway 1didn't leave him any scratch.
And if what I saw was the incidental reincarnation of Jeremiah, I think the rebirth did go wrong. At least Jeremiah wouldn't jump into the line and pretended that he came first. Jeremiah was the definition of a true gentleman, and a gentleman stays true to himself without even trying to be a jerk.
Jeremiah look alike was not the best thing I have to have today. It's exactly like a moment when you are almost fell asleep and got woken up by the tingling sensation for a pee.
Jeremiah look alike is that pee. And he pretty pissed me off.
It was the longest one hour I had to endure in my entire adult life. It was the wait for something that would not happen. It was the wait for someone that would not come.
I should've listened to my guts. Men are all good at words, twist it, play with it. With flair.
It was the one hour that I felt I had turned myself into a joker.
I was fooled. By a man. Once again.
"What happened the other day?"
"What the other day?"
"You whatsapp-ed me, remember?"
"Not a big thing. Just a little friction"
"But you sound troubled. Tell me. Was it personal or business?"
"Personal. But I took care of it. But it does not feel casual anymore"
"I will tell you. But not here. Somewhere else. Perhaps over two cups of Americano"
"OK. Time will heal everything. Believe me"
"I know it will. Take care honey"
"You take care too"
He left. I was not dreaming. He just left. Like a puff of smoke, dissolved in the air.