My hands tremble and my body reverberates.
With abundant hesitation I click send.
What have I done?
I can't remember what I wrote.
For days I anticipate for a reply.
Feeling more and more discarded.
But yet I am absorbed by my own burdens.
Still, in the back of my mind I remember the simple question I asked.
Just for a project.
An excuse.
To progress this settlement.
A shy girl's attempt to break the ice.
How can one feel guilty in such desperation?
I do not speak that language.
Yet I am in an impetuous state.
And still, my in-box lacks that essential reply.
However, I still look as he casually walks by.
My heart combusts when I glance over.
Are there words that can describe what his smile does?
Not in this language.
I deeply aspire that he knows how admirable he is.
Even across the Atlantic ocean.
How long has this fire burned?
The ignition is enigmas.
I feel jubilant already and see "new messages".
I click with a naive intent.
And much like the sun shines through a window,
His reply prevailed.
With simplicity, I give him acknowledgment and thanks.
And with simplicity, I type out a smiley face.
Friendliness is stated regardless of any language.
And in this language, I fall for him.
