Think I just saw her….split of a second. Walking into the cafe house opposite the tattoo salon. I followed. I couldn’t let it remain in my head. Doubt is not good for love.
The cafe is bustling with people, couples….ohh this is a bad idea. I don’t think it could be Klara…could it? Okay….lemme just take a round of this place and leave. That is justified… I thought until I saw her there.
In one corner of the L-shaped area that the coffee house was. The end corner…how apt. Hugging the same guy. She holds his hand on a stroll, while I wait for her messages. She hugs him in corners of crowded places, while I get her face etched on my skin, take pain and make memories. Memories of something I don’t know if belongs to me at all.
Of course I didn’t show up there. I came back home. I’ve given this a long thought but nothing is satisfactory. Neither the doubt nor the love….I don’t know which side I am.
I decide to message her and ask if it’s a fucking joke that she has been playing around with me. Because each time I had messaged her “Luv u”, I meant it. It wasn’t friendly, it was love. I want to know her side. I want to know how can she talk that way, look at me with that affection and still be with another man? I haven’t thought of anyone except her all these days.
But I don’t send. I delete. I couldn’t.
I don’t want to spoil our date tomorrow… I desperately need that. And tomorrow, I promise to myself that I will make sure she belongs to me, not leaving doubts for any other day.