"And for now we ended our lecture, everyone check the mail to know when and what exam you will have this session"
The room slowly started to get empty and the sound of the raining outside getting louder, again another boring and lazy university day but she could not care less, the exam session is near and this will not change anything.
Her book is full of that random papers full of words and thoughts, since days he was not there he stopped attending the lectures, strangely.
"maybe he is busy or something" her friend approached her while she was busy looking at the spot where he used to sit and write down every information that escaped the professor mouth, "maybe" she answered simply.
Storming outside the hall she took the first bus to her apartment, that long boring usual bus ride that was somehow warm and cozy a week ago thanks to his presence in front of her in that bus seat.
Taking out her notes she looked out the window and started writing again...
"Dear you stranger, today is the 7th day, a week and still I'm asking myself where are you.
Maybe you are busy or just..yeah busy
I miss you, I miss your laugh, I miss your smile, your dimples, your eyes and how you look down while laughing when someone looks at you while doing it..
I miss your voice, I miss listening to you while reading some random philosophy book in the library, I miss your gestures while explaining your point of view with anyone
I miss how the elevator smells right after you where in there, that cologne of yours
I miss looking at you throw the window curtains of the art laboratory
I miss the way you stare at the random art works you find in the museum or art section
I miss seeing you in the café next the lecture hall, I miss looking at you while writing whatever you are writing while passing your hands throw your hair
I miss you and that's it...
I'm whipped yes but at least no one will know who are you Mr stranger, please come back or at least tell anyone where are you now
Just come back I feel empty, it's been a whole week.
Maybe one day we can talk about the meaning of life in front of each others drinking some warm hot chocolate..
The bus suddenly stopped, she rushed to collect all her writings in her bag and finally leave and head to her apartment , after a 1 hour ride and a long ass lecture day a break and maybe a hot shower is needed.
"Miss.. Miss" a familiar voice called several times "Miss!" the manly voice called again.
She turned from her apartment door toward that familiar voice "y..yes ?"
" You dropped this paper near the bus stop 10 minutes ago"
Smiling he gave her that paper, she stared at him in disbelief.
" Your handwriting it's so pretty" he smiled at her ...
She looked at him shoked, mouth open
"If it's ok with you can we meet up for a cup of hot chocolate this afternoon? and maybe talk about the meaning of life?"
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