He.She.We.

If she were to write a story on them, it wouldn’t be long.
If she were to write him a song, it wouldn’t rhyme.
If she were to think about him, will he think about her too?

The first time they met, they were awkward. Pretty much. The question and answer mode is turned on. At every full stop, it stops.

The second time they met, they were smiling. Pretty much. The getting to know each other mode is turned on. Every sentence then followed with another.

The third time they met, they were laughing. They were. The random talk and silly stories mode is turned on. Never the awkward silence, just the natural flow of conversation.

When he walked her to her car, she wondered if such guy still existed. The gentleman.
When they started talking on Facebook, she wondered if they have THAT much to talk about. They did.
When she started to question her heart, did he think the same too?

As time passes, the longing feeling she had grew. Waiting just for his reply, hoping that he did. She still does. Wondered if he knew that he had become a habit of hers. It surprises her about how much he knew. No secrets. Not because she told him, but it’s the littlest things that he paid attention to. And that little effort to go more to figure her out. It made her smile. The irony of the whole relationship was obvious. The two people who never believe that long distance relationship ended up together. Will they last? A question that neither of them can figure out.

Will they look good together?
Will they look awkward together?
Will they look funny together?

He was worried that he would look old for her. She was worried that their height difference would make them look awkward. Not to mention generation gap! He grew up not knowing who Charlie Brown and Snoopy is! But The Sound of Music made their gap a little less obvious. The childish nature of hers, the mature nature of him, worries her.

“What is your kind of perfect?”
“What is your ideal type?” friends used to ask.
But like a typical girl, she wanted a fairy tale. And yes, it’s free to dream.

But it didn’t matter anymore. All that. He’s her kind of perfect.
He’ll be that guy who will be writing in the blank pages of her life.