I Miss You Too

"I'm not such a spoilt brat.. Yet this time I sure miss you a lot, Love."

I stared at the blank monitor, waiting for the windows to start appearing. Normally it took only a couple of seconds, but this time it felt like I had been waiting for ten times longer. How irritating when you indeed needed to hurry, everything just seemed to betray you. I actually could print the fifteen-page-long drama script at school, but I assumed there wouldn’t be enough time. Today I had two classes which each lasted seventy minutes. My first class began at exactly seven. Then I had a ten-minute break before the second one. So I calculated I would finish at nine thirty. This meant that I had only thirty bloody minutes to print off the script, photocopy and give it out to the kids for them to study for the ten-o’clock assembly. There was no way this plan would work. So I thought of another plan which was to print it off at home, bring it with me and ask somebody at school to photocopy it while I was teaching. So by the time I finished my class, the script would be already there on my table. Sounded like the best option I had.

I plugged the printer’s wire and then pushed the power button gently. I double clicked on a certain word file and as soon as it was open I hit ‘Print’. Waiting for the script, I logged into yahoo and checked my email. There were six unread emails emerging before my eyes. They were all some sort of notifications from an unpopular site I managed to join the previous day. I didn't even bother reading before I deleted them all. Then suddenly, an offline message popped up. Instead of clicking it, I found myself put my right hand off the mouse. My heart raced. For what felt like a full minute, I was stunned. It had been ages since the last time the same sender sent me a message on yahoo messenger. It seemed to me that he had been in a different solar system for the past couple of months. Now he was surprisingly there, back into business. 

I couldn’t resist the rush to read the message, so I clicked the chat window. A graphic emoticon popped up. Wink Smiley. Nothing else. Not even a single word of ‘hello’. What did I expect? A romantic love message? I knew exactly that just wasn’t his style. So a smiley was extraordinary. At least he made the effort. However, it was like trying to solve one of those twisted riddles. What brought him back, I wondered. Did he send it accidentally? No, that didn’t sound possible. He didn’t seem the one who could make such silly mistake which showed nothing but his clumsiness. Did somebody else use his account and sent me the message? No, that didn’t sound possible, either. He wasn’t the one who was so careless that a stranger managed to hack his account. I kept thinking, yet found no rational answer. Apart from the thought that he simply wanted to talk to me, deep down my heart, I realized I was hoping that he did it because he simply longed for me. 

I wasn’t sure where I got the courage, but in less than a minute I found myself actually typing ‘I Miss You’. It was the best thing I could come up with. Yes, I was sane. In fact, I had never been this sane. God did work in a mysterious way. I, the woman who was never good at flirting, now was trying to do a love statement. Was I really ready to get humiliated? The answer was yes. So regardless of the embarrassment, I bravely pushed ‘Enter’.  I’d assured myself it wasn’t such a big deal. There was definitely nothing wrong with being honest about my true feeling, wasn’t it? I didn’t lie. Beside, it was good to let him know that all this time I had been missing him. And that I was hurt every time the thought of him crossed my mind. I didn't know why but that sounded fair. To let the person you love shared your feeling. So you wouldn't need to feel so alone. I should be glad I supposed.

Moment later, my window chat was blinking. I received a new message. He replied. This time it was a bit longer than mine. It read, ‘I Miss You Too’. My heart practically shrieked. It was hard to believe. He said he missed me! Was that real? Or was it just a dream? I read it over and over again. I must have been dreaming. Then one very sentence from him woke me up, “even if it’s a dream, we can build this together.” And with that, he had me all over again. I smiled. I was done with the printer. I grabbed that fifteen-page-long script and shoved it into my handbag. I pushed the printer’s power button and got the wire unplugged.  I unwillingly logged out yahoo, and then switched my laptop off. It was a beautiful morning. And for the rest of the day, I had to suppress the urge to tell the whole world how happy I was. I missed him. He missed me too.