“i’m busy tomorrow till 7 can i see you at 8?”
“that’s too late.”
she reads the message again, thinks of responding, but she tosses the phone on the bed. flopping on the bed she let out a loud scream. god, why can’t this guy see that i want to spend time with him, she muses.
“hey girl!” she picks up the phone it’s not him. she reopens his message, rereads it – eyes narrowing. she switches off the phone and throws it on the bed as if aimed at him. she lies in the dark room, not in the hey girl mood just then. fifty minutes later she picks up her phone, switches it on:
“ok.” she knows he uses two-letter and three-letter responses in ways unconventional, so she hopes he understands how she means this one. he might not, so she adds:
“some other time then.”
she waits for him to respond, he doesn’t. damn him, she muses. he isn’t taking her baits, she reopens their previous exchanges to see if there was any sign he wasn’t happy with her – none. phone messages are clinical – he is clinical being clinical. she could never read his feelings from his texts. her heart aches just to think of him at that moment. for her, it wasn’t just about intimacy or relationship, but about having a friend with whom she could talk and have a good laugh. she is in a relationship, she knows he is in a committed relationship and she respects that, but she wants to know him. there must be a reason our paths crossed again, she mused. he is open with her, and when she asked him three weeks ago what they should do, ‘if they can make this work,’ his answer was ‘yep.’ she had wondered on what terms. because she is crazy when it comes to him, even though six years had passed since they parted and she had matured, it still feels like the first time they met – when they met again last month. “yep” one word has never brought her so much joy as this three-letter word. for some reason she felt relieved. he has taught her to be a very sensitive person, so she can now pick these little nuances in his speech or texts. she picks up her phone, she needs to know how he feels about meeting her tomorrow evening.
“enjoy the rest of your day.” his response was swift.
why ‘yea’? ‘yep’ has that self-sufficient feel, as if it had a period attached to it. “yea”, on the other hand, feels like it has a comma attached, inviting me to expand on it, she muses. after associating with him, she knows ‘yea’ can also be used in a partial negation [yea, but] meaning that he is affirming only a portion of the question or conversation. which of her texts was he affirming or negating. oh, god! she texts:
“i feel fate brought us back together for a reason … i miss you so much, the time we spent together wednesday was so nice. i start work next week so i wanted to spend more time with you before starting work. but it’s ok if you can’t make tomorrow evening.” his response was swift.
“fate works with faith,” he was in retract-mode.