“What? Something’s on my face?”
Caine raised an eyebrow at her and sarcastically replied, “Sort of.” For any girl, when your crush tells you there’s something on your face, it’s a big deal! But I’m sure there was nothing the last time I went to the restroom, Emma thought. She checked 10 minutes ago.
Maybe it was how she was always so nervous whenever they were together that amused Caine. She was like a kid again. She would pout. Emma seemed to pout often now. She was chubby so it was cute of her.
“Have you decided?”
Emma looked at Caine. “Decided what?”
“What you’ll pursue in your further studies…” Now he started to sound like his usual serious self.
“Hmm…Mass Communication,” she chuckled.
“Oh? That’s good…”
Silence hugged them for a while. Emma began to lose herself in her own mind. Surprisingly, she thought, I can hear Big G laughing now. Emma referred her Creator as Big G whenever she was feeling a little topsy-turvy, happy that is. She stole a look at Caine. Caine caught her and laughed.
“What now?” she whined.
“Nothing,” he replied.
“What?” she asked again.
“Nothing, really,” The ends of Caine’s lips curved.
SMACK!
“Ouch! What was that for?” Caine rubbed his arm where Emma had just hit him.
“You’re mean…”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are…”
“No, I’m not. I’m a very good person, you see.”
Emma pouted, hitting him again. She did not him hard. It was more like an affectionate hit. He laughed. She laughed. They both laughed. “It’s just…” he said suddenly.
Emma hushed herself. She looked straight at him.
“…it’s just that you sound happier now.” Caine was smiling. “Did something good happen to you lately?” Emma shrugged at his question. Her cousin’s wedding has just ended. She was waiting for her brother to pick her up and Caine was kind enough to wait for her.
“What happened?” he asked her, still smiling. Emma shook her head and turned around
I’m a stranger to this feeling
I’m feeling so close to my heart
I’m a young adventurer
Travelling down this path
I thought I’ve walked before
There’s a song I hear
Hummed sweetly in the wind
There’s a story I hear
Told in the rustling of the leaves
Now, even the rain feels so good
Even the sun shines bright
Though the gloomy clouds roll by
The refreshing breeze sways me
Who can tell me of this feeling?
Who can guide me well down this road?
Who can sing to me the song I hear?
Who can tell me the story the leaves are telling?
Your eyes whispered to me
You’re trying to decipher
The nonsense I’m brewing
That I’m nurturing so dear
I’m young, so they say
And so you knew too
I’m young but who’s to say really?
That this is wrong
Who’s to say?
I can’t go this way
I can’t choose this road
Who’s to say?
Love
My escapade
I’ve finally known
The road of Life I’m taking
Love
As the Creator has taught me
As He is teaching me
Therefore who’s to say?
I was mistaken
When I say it was you who made me smile
Who’s to say?
I’m young, yes I know
But I know this too
That I love you
It is true I do
I love you
Emma turned back at Caine. “You really should go. I don’t want to delay you. Besides, you need a rest, don’t you?” she said softly. He shook his head. “No, I’ll wait. Don’t worry…” Emma smiled. How on earth could she ever tell this guy that she loves him so much that her heart was singing every time he was near? Is that kind of love even possible? It is not lust, she can tell. It’s just…whenever he was near, her soul was at rest. Now, how could she tell him so when she can’t explain it herself?
But Emma knew one thing’s for sure – as long as he would smile, Life couldn’t hurt so much. Life wouldn’t. As long as he would smile, a smile would be etched on her own face. Love never felt this good…and the Lord’s presence was never felt this close.
They exchanged looks. “Well, if you say so…thank you.” Caine was obviously questioning her thanks. She shrugged again, only smiling…
