A Final Wish: One More Time

The final bell tolled, marking not just the end of an exam, but the culmination of years spent pining for her. My heart, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled dreams, threatened to shatter as reality set in—this was the last time our paths would cross.

Sitting at my desk, I was a prisoner of my own emotions, paralyzed by the impending goodbye. It wasn't the exam that rendered me numb, but the cruel twist of fate that dictated our separation.

My friend's voice pierced through the haze, a lifeline in the storm of my thoughts. Clutching my friend's hand for support, I rose from my seat, but my gaze was fixated on her, searching desperately for a glimpse of her radiant smile.

Stepping out into the daylight, the world buzzed with post-exam euphoria, but my senses were consumed by her presence. She stood there, surrounded by laughter and camaraderie, a beacon of warmth in a sea of uncertainty. Every laugh, every embrace, felt like a dagger to my heart—a reminder of what could have been.

Then, suddenly, our eyes met. She smiled, and I blinked back, trying to convey that everything was cool. But only I knew the storm of emotions brewing inside me. In that fleeting moment, I silently prayed to God for just one more chance.

One more time, I wanted to hold her hand.

One more time, I wanted to talk to her.

One more time, I wanted her to scold me.

One more time, I wanted her to complain about anything.

One more time, I wanted to hug her.

One more time, I wanted to kiss her.

One more time, I wanted her to call me those silly names.

One more time, I wanted to walk her home.

One more time, I wanted to sit with her.

One more time, I wanted to make her jealous.

One more time, I wanted to see her smile.

One more time, I wanted her to rant at me.

One more time, I wanted to share a secret with her.

One more time, I wanted to laugh with her until our sides hurt.

One more time, I wanted to see her eyes light up when she talked about her dreams.

One more time, I wanted to sit in comfortable silence, just being near her.

One more time, I wanted to hear her voice call my name.

One more time, I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, even if she never felt the same.

One more time, I wanted to tease her and see her playful pout.

One more time, I wanted to hear her laugh at my jokes, even the terrible ones.

One more time, I wanted to comfort her when she was sad.

One more time, I wanted to celebrate her successes, no matter how small.

One more time, I wanted to be her confidant, the one she turned to.

One more time, I wanted to watch the sunset with her, lost in the moment.

One more time, I wanted to lose myself in her stories, her voice the only sound.

One more time, I wanted to be the reason behind her happiness, if only for a moment.

Just one more time.

A storm of emotions surged within me—a whirlwind of longing, regret, and unspoken confessions. I desperately wanted to close the distance between us, to tell her how much I loved her and hold her in my arms. But at that moment, I just couldn't gather enough strength. So, I stood there, rooted in place, as she walked away and vanished from my sight.

Five years later, I still yearned for that one more time. Gazing at her photo, I thought to end this story that had never truly begun. But it was just a thought.