Some Things Can Be Expressed Without Being Spoken...

He was finally ready after all these while. He reached deep into his pocket to make sure that he had not forgotten to bring it along. He took out his hands with a faint smile. Though his mind was filled with uncertainty, he remained calm and preserved. He then looked over to the vast ocean, fascinated by its wonders. The azure sky had turned red but the boy still stood on the wooden jetty with his elbows resting on the railings. Many had noticed the boy’s strange behaviour after all he had been there for three days enduring the sun’s blaze and the pouring rain without food or water, not even moving away from the spot he was standing on. Judging from his dried and crumpled clothes, many would have ignored him. But when approached by a concerned stranger on the fourth day, why he had been standing there for so long, he weakly replied that he was waiting for someone. Surprised, the stranger walked away. The stranger then looked back wondering if he had spoken the truth. True enough, the boy still set his eyes on the calm waters.

The determined boy kept standing even though his legs were tired. He did not mind the pain; only one thing remained in his head, to keep waiting until she arrived. Time soon corrode his strength to hang on, the boy spent his fifth day sitting down this time with his back facing the blue sea. Hunger, thirst and fatigue had drained all his stamina, but he persevered. He then noticed drops of water falling from the dark, grey sky on the jetty’s wooden planks. He thought that he had reached his limits and he might topple anytime sooner. He was worried that he would not be able to see her that day after all he was at the brink of his defeat. He tried to save some energy by shutting his eyes and listened to the rain. The heavy downpour once again drenched him but he did not bother much.

He then heard the rain was getting softer somehow and felt that no more water fell over his head. He breathed in and slowly opened his eyes. He gave away a fond smile soon after. He had an umbrella over him, shielding him from the piercing raindrops. He weakly got up back on his feet as he searched down into his pocket. Unknown to him, it had slipped out of his pocket as the tried to stand up. He was searched frantically to find it but to no avail. She then turned him around and looked at him in the eye. She placed her smooth hands on his wet cheek and tears flowed. He was finally face to face with her after these long years. He replied by looking deep into her eyes as if he was looking straight into her heart. After a minute of comforting silence, he hugged her in relief and overflowing joy. Now, he was certain. Even with words left unspoken, they understood each other. She let go of her umbrella and the rain drenched both of them. The hug provided warmth that defeated the chill of the shower. Love had revived his broken spirits and love too had made her realize which was more important to her. He kept her in his arms, not wanting to let go and she hoped for the same too as the rain accompanied them.