Monday, September 12, 2016
First Love
¶ 9:38 AM 
Her side hug tightened around him as the train drew into the
train station. She lifted her head slightly that rested on his chest and she
planted a gentle kiss on his left cheek. His hand moved from her waist to
patting her slightly on her shoulder. She opened her eyes, which portrayed
every bit of concern she had.
‘Don’t worry’, he said, ‘I am going to be back soon.’
‘I think I am going to miss you’
He smiled faintly looking into her. Men are not used to
expressing such sentiments.
The sound of the train horn told them that the train was
about to leave. She separated herself from his bear hug, rising slightly on her
toes, gave him a hug putting her hand over his shoulder. He was six feet, she
was five, a short girl who could hear his heart beat every time she hugged him.
The train horn reminded them again and he stepped on to the
train. Standing at the door he looked back and waived his hand slightly. She
planted a kiss on her fingers and pointed it towards him. One more smile and
one more step into the train, he turned and waived again. The train had begun
to move, and his tie and hair ruffled in the wind.
‘Bye’, she waived energetically, taking half a step in the
direction of the trains movement. As the speed of the train increased, her
raising pulse normaled. He was out of sight in 20 seconds.
No. He was not a soldier going for war. Nor was he going far
away for a long period of time. He was just a normal guy, just graduated from
college, hardly 21, going to work. Away from her for just a few hours.
Such was their love.
First Love.
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