Waiting for Love
They had known each other for 3 years. Both of them were of conservative type, shy and introverted. Although he had never mentioned the word of love in her presence. She was able to vaguely detect burning passion for her in his different look. She dropped one hint after another to encourage him, but he remained big fool never dare to disclose to his own thought. Time passed by so quickly, 3 years later she was engaged to another young man. However, she could not drive his image away from her mind on the eve of the engagement.
"If he comes and proposes now, I'm still willing to go back to him." She complained a midst the congratulations of her relatives and friends. Yet he did nothing of the sort at the difference of the look was a faint streak of melancholy. At least, it was the eve of marriage, nevertheless, for happiness of marriage mingled with a touch of sadness.
"Even if he should come and propose now, I would give up all this in favor of this belated happiness." She said lo herself as she tried wedding gown, but again he was as silent as ever only his eyes betrayed great misery.
50 years passed and passage of the time turned their hair silvery while. She was the first to collapse. In her critical condition, he come from other place to see her. Holding his hand in tight grip She asked him one question into which she had compressed the perplexities and expectations of the life lime, "Tell me, what on earth have you been waiting for? " "Waiting for you to..." he mumbled out his life long hesitations and expectations only when he made sure no one else was within hearing. "For me what? " "For you to break the ice! "