He had assumed it would make sense with time. That was how most puzzles were solved, right? Enough time spent on deliberation and voila! it suddenly made sense.
Practice. Repetition of the action. Time after time.
He knew what to expect now. Yet he was surprised.
Surprised at how it didn’t get easier. In fact, it got more difficult. He knew that she knew how he felt about it. He also knew that she didn’t know what to do about it.
Every time, the bus drove off leaving behind the awful exhaust-fumes and him……… it got more difficult. He watched her fingers waving farewell at him till they became tiny specks on the horizon and then disappeared completely.
The memories of the smiles, hugs, kisses, jokes that had filled the past days gnawed at him.
He stood there each time knowing he wanted more.