I Will Wait for You for as Long as It Takes
Today too, I wait for her at the school entrance.
I still vividly remember how she gasped in joy the first time she saw me waiting for her here, how her face beamed with pure bliss, how she hurriedly came and grabbed my hand and dragged me with her. She felt this comfortable with me only. As we held hands, we chatted about trivial things and laughed our heads off as if there was no one around us. We were like this every single day.
She had no one else waiting for her, and I had no one else to wait for.
Neither my family nor my friends accepted me for who I was. But that girl was the only one who was happy to be with me. Who liked me the way I was.
I knew how lonely she was. I wanted to be by her side for a long time and make good memories together. But in the end, I, too, betrayed her and left her alone.
I see her coming this way, hoping that she will brush past me. But to my surprise, she looks at me. My eyes meet hers.
She can't see me, I know. But I see her. In the gaze of her widened eyes, loneliness and pain of loss are clearly reflected. She stares at the place so hard that I have this intense urge to grab her hand or hug her.
Finally, she turns away. I silently follow her. She called this place 'the entrance of friendship'. At the end of long school hours, this short time we accompanied each other were the best time we had. This place was full of our memories. We left invisible footprints on this road. I guess she is being haunted by those memories.
While getting into the car, she looks at me once again. For a second, I wonder if she can really see me. Well, she once said we're soulmates. Maybe that's why I'm still lingering around her? Because she can't let me go just yet.
In that case, I'll wait for her tomorrow too, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that...