For a 4th standard kid, it's one of the worst punishments to have to be sat next to a girl or in between the girls section.
He was weirdly special to that teacher that punished him like that. He had to sit there for months.
He doesn't care though, he's sitting idle, waiting for that someone special to walk through the door staring at it.
She didn't come to school the day before, making him more eager and excited for the next day to even see her.
He didn't feel bad when she wasn't there, maybe a little child's mind is just less demanding than adults.
His soul didn't want or demand anything from anyone, not even from that purely loved one that came through the door finally, with a heavy load as a pink bag. She was late.
She smiled before stepping in, looking at him made him feel so special.
Came and sat next to him. He looks away, doesn't wanna look desperate as she expressed some contempt, sighing "huh" either for staring at her or for looking away, and looked at the door.
It was a sweet gesture for him "at least she cares if i look at her or not" he thought to himself.
She feels great every morning for having someone that waits for her desperately, even though she shows no affection, he knows how much she cares.
He glanced at her and saw an eyelash on her cheek.
He stared at her for a while as he's got a reason to just keep looking at her beautiful face as long as possible, just lost himself into her, like every time, he feels like he sees her for the first time. Looking at her is like a drug to him until she asks, "what is it?"
He blinks and shakes his head to get back in reality from the depth of her eyes, staring at him in confusion. He says, "there's an eyelash on your cheek" touching his own cheek trying to point where it exactly is.
She points it on her face but on the wrong cheek.
He corrects her.
Still can't find it.
After a few seconds of struggle, shaking her head, throwing her little fingers in the air, she said "uh huh you take it"
"umm hmm" saying he leans at her looking at the eyelash he puts his thumb on her soft cheek.
And grabs the eyelash between his thumb and index finger dragged and slid through on the surface of her rough but pure and fair skin.
As he glanced at her eyes, they were staring right into his eyes all this time.
Yup "all this time". That little moment was feeling like an hour to them.
He doesn't know what's on his mind. He's totally blank.
He stared in her eyes, asking himself, "should I kiss her?' but didn't go for it. He didn't really want to kiss her. He was just lost in those beautiful brown eyes.
Until it got awkward and she blushed and looked down.
None of them realised or even cared that the whole class might've been looking at them as they were on the first bench.
He blinked and took the eyelash off of her face looked down in shame. He thought he looked like a creep to her but cross-eyes her smile and he smiles inside.
Breaking the little silence, he asks her to make a fist.
She clenched her right hand in thrill waiting for what he wanted to do or say next.
He held her hand gently by her wrist and put the eyelash on the fist, pressed it a little bit trying to keep it put with a little sweat he felt on his fingertips. Told her to make a wish and then blow it that it'll come true.
Surprised raising her eyebrows she asked "really?"
Canting her neck forward, she blew it and said "done" and smiled at him, put both her hands on her knees raising her shoulders.
He asked what was it that she wished for.
She refused to tell him shaking her head in denial.
He said "that's good, don't tell anyone or it won't come true"
She said "ohh really? ok i won't"
Making him wonder if she didn't know that, why wouldn't she tell him what'd she wished for.
Anyways, they didn't care, they didn't really want anything in their already beautiful lives.
What would they want else than sitting next to each other everyday, waiting for each other. Somedays she waited, somedays he did.
What would they want more than talking to each other everyday.
Looking at each other.
Smiling at each other.
Everything was always enough because their pure souls never demanded anything more than what's given until they grew up.
Their souls assured them "if we see each other, it's enough. If we talk, it's enough. if we touch, it's more than enough. it's always more than enough."