An unusual night
It was 2 am and I was still wide awake, which was unusual given my sleeping habits. But this wasn’t any regular night. This was special. I had been talking to her for a good 5 hours now. And there wasn’t a single minute in those 5 hours when I felt sleepy. The topics never seemed to end. From movies to songs to childhood stories, we moved on from one topic to another like a free flowing river. I was already wishing that the sun never rose. But I had something in my mind for the dawn break as well.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had came up with the desire to meet her. But I didn’t know how to broach the topic. It’s not like we met on a regular basis. But I wanted to, and had a feeling that she did too. Sure she used to be up at 2 am on any regular day as well, but I figured that talking to someone for 5 hours should mean something special. But the night was still young. I had to keep the conversation going for at least another couple of hours or maybe three before meeting her could even be a possibility. And so I did. Cracked some lame jokes (which I had collected and written down just for a night like this) and made some wise comments. Played some silly games and discussed about life universe and everything. And then it was close to 5 am. I knew I had to get the ball rolling now if I wanted to meet her. So I started talking about how I like going for early morning walks. Knowing her, however little I did, I knew that she would be into them as well. I finally asked if she would like to meet and go out for a walk. She agreed, much to my delight, and we decided to meet at her place.
The next hour or so was spent walking. Walking, over and around the same route again and again, because neither of us wanted to stop just yet. The weather was perfect. The winter had just ended so it was the correct amount of cold. And the cool morning breeze made everything better. There was some due on the grass and birds were chirping their early morning songs. It was all very surreal. My shoulder accidentally brushed hers. And then it brushed again, and again. Neither of us moved away — it wasn’t accidental anymore. We decided to rest for some time and sat down on the curb. I put my arm around her and we exchanged a quick glance into each other’s eyes. After some time, she moved a little closer and wrapped her arm around me and we sat there watching the sun slowly light up the surroundings.
We decided to call it a night and I walked her back to her place. But neither did she go inside, nor did I start walking back. Instead, we decided to get breakfast together and went to a nearby coffee shop. It was around 7 am and the shop had just opened. We sat across each other and talked some more. I could not take my eyes off her. She kept playing with her hair and blushed when I complimented her about the way she did it. She got conscious and stopped doing it. She put her hands on the table and I reached out and held them. She suddenly stopped talking and looked at me, and then smiled ear to ear. I asked her if she would like to go out with me in the evening to which she replied “But what will be talk about?” and winked. I said that we don’t necessarily need to talk; after all, it’s only when you can share comfortable silences do you know that you have found someone special. What happened in the evening? Well, that’s a story for another time...
P.S. All or part of this might be fiction. Don’t believe stuff you read on the internet.
P.P.S. The comfortable silences is a Pulp Fiction reference. I am not that creative or romantic.