Will You Wait?
Will You Wait?2 mins 13.6K 2 mins 13.6K
Every time you complained to me that I will not come to the door to see you passing by my home, I always stood behind my opaque windows watching you pass by. You made the scene so serene that the windows wanted to turn transparent for me to see you. I still remember all the anxiety that you felt while passing by and waiting for me to signal you or pass a smile that would make you feel secure and confident. Every time I did this because even during the hard phase of my life, I wanted you to see me with the love unchanged and make me feel better. Every time I did this because even if my presence is absent, I want all the shy and anxiety from you and not the distress of not meeting me whenever you pass by my home.
Every time you complained me not using my uyyala ( swing ), I would imagine both of us swinging sweet to the spring; I would imagine both of us swinging to the rains wet and wild. I never felt good to dust off the swing because I didn't know will you remain my love forever because the swing felt incomplete.
The love has fled now but has given us time to talk to each other, backup every time we lose ourselves and console whenever we have bad.
This time has made me think of you and all the innocence bottled up in you. I know we miss the cuddles, the soft bruises of love and moves down the hands but we will meet up soon my dear, don't worry.
After the quarantine, when you pass by my home anxiously, don't worry; I will come to the door and will send a smile.
Will you wait ?
The boy who gave you the first hug.