Road ahead....

When?  She asked.

When you were leaving the other day with your backpack.
When you looked into my eyes to say a good bye or sort of something. He replied.

He wished he could say more. But sometimes words don't express what eyes wish to say. And most often he wouldn't have looked back into those eyes which would have told beautiful stories of the future.

But not this time. Not with her.

Let me tell you story, in this story you choose the ending. Shall I ? He tried to sound funny.

Oui!.  she said which was like a tessitura to him.

And thus he began.

"When he met her he thought she was just another girl. But soon he realized, she is possibly the only friend in that unknown land. Of course he had many other friends but no one whom he could converse so easily. He thought it is because they speak the same language. No, more than that it was something else. He might have told her more than what he would have told his closest friends. He knew her, or lest he thought, well. He loved the animated way she tries to explain her day. He loved the conversations that happened during the cooking about life, love and everything. Oh yes, he did love her dancing which reminded him of vivacious kids making merry with their friends.

He thought he could be a good friend to her.

But some where on this way, he wanted to be more than a friend. So he asked her what role he should play. Whether it be

a)  A more than a friend role where he could be guy who would make  breakfasts with random games designed in the morning to make her smile and run around.  He could be the guy who would learn guitar and play the song "Let me sing you a waltz.." after roaming around in the streets of venice. He could also be the guy who would try to tell her to calm down when her adrenaline rushes due to anxiety. And yes, he could be also the guy who would read her stories if she can't sleep.  And he could be many many things more....

b) A  friend shoes mode where he could alternate the days on which they would cook. He could be guy who would watch movies and tv shows with her, over an ice cream while being défoncé . He could be guy with whom she could tell about which guy to choose for a date: a Rastafarian with dreadlocks or a famous journalist.  And he could me be many many things more...."


He stopped abruptly.

Now tell me  how should  the story proceed?; You want option a) or b) ? He asked.

She went into a deep thought.

He waited for the answer.