9 Alone With You

You had two more songs left. I suddenly remembered the ring. I took it out of my pocket and put my hand in the air. We were looking at each other. You noticed the ring in my hand and the fact that I was wearing the same one on my finger. And suddenly, I noticed that you were on your way to me, so I began to panic, but in a good way. Inside I was screaming with excitement.
You were in front of me. If only you knew how my body and heart were trembling – this was the only way I could describe how I reacted to your behavior.
“This is for you. I’ve waited for a long time. I love you.” I couldn’t believe that I was talking to the love of my life. You giggled as you noticed my shaky voice and my nervousness. You put the ring on your left index finger. Like me.
“Thank you so much. It’s pretty, but not nearly as pretty as you are. I hope I’m going to see you again.”
Everyone was screaming, however, I could hear your voice so loudly, so clearly. My tears were streaming down my face. I couldn’t do or say anything. I could smell the fresh and masculine, yet sweet scent of yours. I could see every little detail of yours. Your face was directly in front of mine. Your moles. I wanted to touch and hug you, but I was too afraid to make it uncomfortable for you. We were smiling at each other and could only hear each other, while nobody else mattered. In this world, it was just us. You and me. I was in a state of shock. What was life? What was love? Could you notice my feelings? You went back on stage, stole a glance at me and started performing again. I was in awe of you. I couldn’t breathe properly. Our encounter was way more emotional, personal, heart-capturing and beautiful than in my dreams and imagination. I was crying, smiling and feeling like collapsing every second. It felt like my heart was going to explode.

And then you were gone. I didn’t want you to leave me. When I ended the recording, I realized your absence. I started to become desperate. I wanted you more than ever. But when was I going to see you again? While thinking about you, I noticed how everyone had already left. I was alone in the concert hall, even the security guards were gone. As I Iooked up, I saw someone looking at me from the backstage area. And it was you. You quickly came closer and I desperately tried to find a way to somehow climb over that stupid barricade. But you were already there. Not leaving me. In front of me. Again. You were smiling your boxy smile I’d die for. I wondered if you were too good to be true.
“What are you doing here?” I asked you, my heart beating even faster than before, although that wasn’t possible.
“I told you I want to see you again and I just hoped you’d be here. Did you wait for me?” you grinned hugely.
Nobody had ever looked at me in this indescribable, comforting, soft, kind and admiring way. As I’d ever be worth it. “I’ve been waiting for you for years”, I answered.
“Here, please take this note. I wrote my phone number on it. I want to meet you again and also write a song with you.”
“You want to write a song with me? And how do you know I make music?”
“I’ve been a fan of yours for a few months now, pretty girl. Please text me and let’s meet up whenever you can. I’ll wait for you. Thank you for tonight and thank you for the ring. I’ll wear it every day.”