She paused in the manner of an orator before a dramatic disclosure.
“That summer afternoon,” she began as her face lighted up, “as I lay lost in his thoughts, he came to my room and before my eyes could take possession of him from my mind's eye, he took his position on the edge of my bed. What followed was the scripture of my love that I remember verbatim.”
Overwhelmed by her recollection of the momentous event of her life, so it seemed to Chandra, she lost herself before resuming.
“Are you in love with someone?” I asked him tentatively, after inviting him to make himself comfortable.
“Not really,” he replied.
“But I love you,” I told him, taking his hand.
“You know,” he said warmly, “I like you.”
“I know that,” I said fondling his hand, “and that‟s what made me express my love to you.”
As he reached for my lips, I went with my heart.
“You don‟t know for how long I've been scanning your eyes to see your love for me,” I began to pour out what I brewed in my heart. “But I found none and how disappointed I was. But still I didn't stop conveying my love through body language. But as you've failed to grasp it, I didn't know what more I could do to let you know about my love for you without being forthright about it--I was worried of rejection and feared ridicule even. But then, I thought that I owed it to my love to convey it to you, even if you make light of it. That's the least I can do to my love, that's what I thought.”
“I value you even more now,” he said, reaching for my lips even as I was eager for that uttered those words.
“I live by my love,” I told him, feeling one with him, “and die for that.”
She paused again in the manner of an orator to let his remark sink in the audience.
“As he took me,” she continued in her dream mode, “I pressed him closer fondling his hair that I loved so much. We necked and petted for long but he didn't seek sex, though I was prepared to give. When, I lay in bed, lost in heaven after he left, my mother came looking for me and feeling shy, I folded my palm over my eyes. I can't tell you how the fragrance of Keo-Karpin that he uses made me recall him making me coyer in her presence. Oh, how romantic it feels whenever I recall it and I do recall it more than I can recall now.”