It was the time when I was 15 years and he was most probably 17 or 18.
Every summer I visit my uncle. He lives alone. So I visit him often. It is quite boring there as I don't have any friends. So whenever I go there, I always go to the nearby forest. It is very beautiful and peaceful.
He was sitting in his usual place, writing. And I was looking at him, sitting behind the tree. I can see him clearly but I think he can't or he never tried to see.
That summer was really special to me. I stayed at my uncle's place for 20 days but it felt like I'm living my entire life there. Everyday I go there and see him. I don't know how I spend 5 hours just by watching him writing. Yes, he always write. I don't know what is he writing but it feels really good to see him just like that.
Today also, I went there. But......he was not there. Next day also he did not came. Just like that days passed and I never see him again. I really miss him. But at last I also stopped going there.
4 days. Just 4 days. And I will go back to my home. One last time I tried. I went there with many hopes.
And—
He was there. Wearing a mask and full sleeves. The weather is too hot to wear those. He caught cold I guess. Today I went home early. But keep always thinking about him. And finally decided that I would talk to him.
I went there but......he was not there. His notebook was there. I hesitated but I took the notebook and opened it.
I was really shocked.
It was.....
Drawings.
Of mine.
Me sitting under the tree, walking, smiling and even when I fall asleep under the tree. He drew all these.
Suddenly—
Someone tapped my back. I turned around.
And—
It was him.
I literally paused there. I should scare. Someone whom I don't know, keep drawing my pictures. But I didn’t.
He take that notebook from my hand. And was ready to go but I stopped him.
'Why did you drew me?' I really asked him.
'I'm sorry if I scared you.' He said.
His voice was equally attractive just like him.
I'm obsessed.
'Your drawings are very beautiful.' I smiled.
And—
Just like that we started talking to each other.
He is a nice person. I feel really good to spend time with him. That 3 days felt just like a dream.
Within these three days, we started understanding each other. We eventually became very close. Like not three days, we know each other for a long time.
But—
Now it is time, to go back to where I belong. My home.
Finally, I went to him to say goodbye. He looks very sad. I can't see that look of him. My heart really broke at that time.
'Will you wait for me?' I asked.
'You will come back?'
'Promise'
'Next summer, I will come back for you. Just wait for me.'
Suddenly—
I felt a soft thing brushed against my lips.
We kissed.
And then, I say goodbye to him.
That was the last time I met him.
Now it has been 5 years.
Sorry I can't keep my promise.
That summer holiday will be my both best and worst memory ever.
