Almost

I was here.

Waiting for the perfect timing.

Saving all my patience medications.

But when the time came for my chance. It was almost. only almost...



It was like a sound story of a young boy. Been destined to be a king. But was given a challenge to look for his queen. He must look for the mythical tree where it's fruits bear a beautiful princess.

He traveled for long on a strange forest, full of mist, danger and unexpected surprises.
But with his might. He found the tree.

There he wait.

For hours.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.

Until the tree lit; and bear a big fruit. Inside lies a figure of a lady. Then the boy heard a voice from the inside.
Hi?... are you the one?
Maybe... but I have traveled for long to find you..
 I have waited also. For the one who will wait for me. Who will have my heart and take good care of it.

They talked as if they know each other for so long. Shared and waited for the time to see each other and have their forever.

The boy was so happy. Felt like it was love. Felt it....

He assumed.
He was willing to wait.
He decided to say everything when the right time comes. When the fruit was already ripe. when the perfect time comes.

He was sincere.
He really was.

But since it was getting dark. The boy, from his long journey felt tired, took some sleep.

The morning came...
The fruit fell. It was empty.

He searched. There he saw some footsteps. he knew it was the lady from the fruit. From the footsteps that lies saps that must've come from the fruit.

He ran.

Walked.

Took few step.

and stopped.


From a distance he saw two figures. Holding each others hands. One was a guy, who seems like another seeker. One was a lady who seems familiar. The same figure he saw from the fruit.

On that moment he stepped back... He was speechless.

How will he react?
He never tell his real intention.
He just assumed, that the fruit knew it all.
He was too careful not to go on too fast.

But it was fast enough to steal her fruit's heart. Of someone he did not expect. Of someone he don't know. Of someone he doesn't know.

But it was then almost.
almost forever.

But still he was willing to wait.
Maybe the lady from the mysterious fruit also felt what he felt. That it was mutual. That it was real.

But then again who knows... therefore it was almost...

almost.