To those who wait

{29th August 2014}
The little essay mentioned here has been returned for the day. Scroll down for writer's thoughts. Here it is, as written.

          It is almost dusk, I am waiting for her at the corner of the street. She has just landed in the country and she sent me a message asking me to wait here for her, the place where we last saw each other. It is cold, I wrap myself tightly in the scarf she gave me before she left, it still smells faintly of her perfume. I lean against the lamp post, tilting my head upwards to watch the sun say its final farewells. I close my eyes, and the memories begin to flow.

          We were childhood friends, together almost since the day we were born. She was beautiful, on the outside and the inside, she still is. We swore that we would be best friends forever, but I had always held a hope for something more. I vowed to always remain by her side, but one day, she found another.

          Of course, I was jealous and inclined to think badly of him. But when I saw how happy she was with him, how he made her laugh and smile in ways I never could, I realised that he was a good man, and I could see that he loved her and treated her with the respect she deserved. I could not bring myself to hate him, I could not hate the man she loved. She was blind to my feelings for her, but I could not blame her, or him, for that matter. But still, when I looked at them, even though they were in love and everyone could see it, I did not feel the mysterious click between them. The click that states that two people are fated to be together. I had an inkling that eventually, their relationship would end.

          So I waited. I was patient, I had sworn to always be by her side and so I would wait for her, no matter how long it took. One day, my prediction came true. Although I had hoped for it, it did not make me entirely happy.

          She had come crying to me. She told me that they had been growing apart for some time, and had started fighting. This was the last straw, she said. I asked her if he had hit her. He had not, but the words he said to her cut deeper than swords. I hugged her tightly, holding her head close to my chest and resting my chin against her head. I held her the way I always wanted to and did my best to soothe her while she sobbed her heart out and left her tears on my jacket. When she calmed down, I tilted her head up to face me and I told her that I would never hurt her, that I would always love her, that I would always be by her side. And then, I told her I loved her. I told her I had loved her for a long time.

          "I love you." Simple words. She did not answer me, she simply hugged me. For me, that was enough. The important thing was that she knew how I felt. A month later, she left the country to further her studies. She asked me to see her off, she told me she had something to say to me before she left, so I did.

          She told me that not a day had gone by when she did not think of that moment, then she asked me if I was willing to wait for her to be ready, if I was willing to wait for her answer. I had already waited for so long, what was another year or a decade, I answered. And so, I promised to wait once again for her, and she left. I got on with my life, I found a job that paid well, but I thought about her everyday, and I waited.

          It is dusk, I am still waiting for her at the corner of the street. Finally, I hear footsteps. It is her. "Korra", she says, "have you been waiting long?" "Asami," I answered, "any wait is worth it if you're at the end of it." "Are you ready for my answer?", she asks, blushing. "I've been ready all my life," I reply, smirking. She takes my hand and looks me in the eye.

          "I love you too." The words that I have been waiting to hear for more than twenty years, have finally come into the universe and everything is beautiful. The street is beautiful, the universe is beautiful, and she is beautiful. We are wrapped in each other's warm embrace. Oh, I guess it is true what they say: "All good things come to those who wait."

~ Fine ~

Damn proud.

At first their names were Anna and Elisa (not Elsa, I just like the sound of these two names) but I changed them to Korra and Asami respectively at the last minute (as you can see above) because it suddenly occurred to me that this might be a pretty good Korrasami fic. So I had to try my best not to laugh in the exam and I totally failed then I changed their names and I was still smiling at the end of the paper like wow, I am so immature. I'm still laughing over this right now.

There are a few errors I intend to correct, and loose ends that I'm planning to tie up, like the scarf and a bit more about the last conversation they had at the end of the street. All to be worked on later. *grin*