He had beer and I sipped my orange juice. I wanted to try out his favourite Apple Vodka. But he was a stubborn, never allowed me unless it’s his birthday.
That night, yet again, we were on the roof top cuddled under a blanket. He seemed lost like a puzzle unsolved. He kept mum for so long that I started missing him as if he was far from me. Indeed, he was. I felt my soul loosening up. Atlas, I broke the silence.
“What’s bothering you baby?”
He was listening. But his eyes were staring long into the night life of a big city.
“Are you okay?” I asked again.
“Yeah, I am.”
I smiled and leaned toward his lips to kiss him. But his eyes, again, were wondering in some kind of thoughts.
I felt like I should leave him alone for a relief. I got up.
“I think I should leave baby. You are puzzled and…”
“Yes I am.” he said.
It took a while for me to digest the fact that he was in love with somebody, but not me.
“If that’s what the puzzle is, then let me solve it with the last hint you just gave. I should leave.”
He didn’t stop her, not knowing he would miss her most on the roof top where they had dreamt of a life, now he is planning with some other girl.