A slow rain comes down as I stare out of my bedroom window. The clock beside my bed ticks so loud in this silence that I it becomes the a rhythm like the light sound of rain falling on the roof above. I dream as hours go by, seconds marked by the clock, and I know soon he will be home.
If you don’t know me my name is Angela, not an angle I’m just one of the crowd, and I am here wasting time as life goes by. I hear the names you call me behind my back but what does it matter when they are all lies? All I need is love and the one that gives me this love will be home soon.
A knock at the door, not a telephone ring, brings me from these captivating thoughts while the clock goes on about its endless task. I wait to hear the front door opening before I realize that I am home alone. My legs tremble as I walk down the hall. The knocking continues as a reminder of the urgency for me to get there fast.
I open the door to the one I was waiting to hear from. I thought it would be in a call on the phone. He told me he’d talk to me today after school. I dreamed of his voice all the way home from school. Now, he is right in front of me and I have no words to say. I am frozen like a statue in a museum.
He is the one whom I have watched for so long. In the cafeteria and in the halls and in class whenever I am lucky enough to have the same class. I invite him inside without a sound. My voice inside my head so clear but my lips dare not move. My fear of saying the wrong thing is what leaves me speechless as I guide him through the house.
We are in my room before I know what I have done. He undresses from the damp clothes. I wrap a blanket from my closet around his shoulders. This is a moment I have imagined but I never thought it would come true. A dream so often had that I wonder if I have fallen asleep and this is just that dream again.
He pulls me into his embrace. I can feel every inch of him pressing against me. Every part of him reacting to my touch. I kiss him on the lips. This is the moment that I will never forget. My self, all of me, given to this boy on my bed. I hope I shall never regret him and I becoming one on a rainy day.
The pleasure of the moment ends soon enough. He is fast asleep beside me now. I look into his eyes and I see that we shall be together somehow. I can see the ring and the chapel decorated for the big day. How this would be the best dream to ever come true.
I must leave you here as I wake him with my lips like a kiss. Love can happen if you allow it. Maybe the physical can wait if the love really matters. Be careful not to give yourself to just anyone.