Her attitude towards me and the gift she gave me. An enigma.
I was leaving the country. A rather embarrassing exit. Things hadn’t work out like I hoped. But life goes on.
As I stood at the bus station, about leaving in a few minutes, I hugged her, said a few final words and got onto the bus.
The driver had sparked the engine and for some reason, he wasn’t accelerating. We just sat there for a couple of minutes. Perhaps last minute formalities at the station.
Suddenly, the door of the bus opened. I assumed a late passenger was coming on board. No. It was Juanita. She came to see me for last time, interrupting the driver, his conductor and all the rules that once the bus was ready to go, there was to be no further delays.
I stood up almost immediately, obviously surprised to see her. For a moment, I thought she had changed her mind and decided to go too. But how? Without luggage, passport or clothes for a change?
“I came to say goodbye again.” She cleared the air. I was touched.
Hugging her tight and giving her my first kiss in our over two years of close friendship, I let her go.
She stood waving when the bus flipped left, then right, as if to give us a final glimpse of the neighborhood, before leaping onto the main road.
The only souvenir I held in my hand was a multi-colored puzzle she gave me. Could it mean something?
I never proposed to her. A good thing. I’ve always been eager to propose to pretty girls I meet for the first time. Now for once in my life I’ve been hesitant in expressing my love and instead, focused on developing good friendship first.
And that attitude has paid off tremendously in my relationship with Juanita.
In some of our conversations she’s said things that seemed to signal some interest in me. But she’s quite good at masking her love.
And I, I’ve always sat on the fence, observing.
If something is yours, it’s yours. No matter who decides to sign their name on it.
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