"I found a new word," he said, "quixotic."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Ideal, but unrealistic."
From his reticent tones, I knew that he would tell no more. Standing there, only the length of a ruler away, I felt as though there was an entire world between us. I was left to decipher the meaning behind his words as he fell back into a taciturn state, staring apathetically ahead. I could hear every beat of my heart as I struggled to understand. I sneaked a look at him, hoping to gain some form of clue from his enigmatic pose. Quixotic. Could it be that he believed all that was between us was quixotic? That the notion of being together was in reality nothing but idealistic?
When I could take no more, I turned away carefully placing one foot in front of the other and forbidding myself to look back. My neck tingled and I wondered whether he had his soft gaze on me. Perhaps that too, was too quixotic a thought.
Later that night I was at a complete standstill. There was nothing I could do because there was only one thing on my mind. Only one person. This one thought flushed out everything that could have possibly been on my mind (the upcoming math test for example). My fingers inched toward my mobile when suddenly it lit up. It was him.
When I opened my eyes the sun was pouring through my window. Had everything been a dream? I couldn't quite remember what had happened. I rolled over and retrieved my phone from the floor. 10 new messages! I rapidly scrolled through them, checking for the identity of the senders. To my delight, one of the first ones had his lovely name attached to it. Smiling in anticipation, I opened the file:
Whoever said girls were complicated was totally deluded. This guy is harder to understand than advanced calculus. At least I can safely deduce that there was no hidden meaning behind his introduction to the word 'quixotic' - or was there?
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