All Chapters of I Was Here: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A Chance to Feel Again I watched her smile at the customer as she took orders from them, and she took their payment and handed them the change. Today she looks so happy. Even with wearing a facemask at work, she still manages to add on some makeup on her face. You know, just how a woman will normally do to look good. Well, I think her makeup isn’t bad, it’s her effort to look her best every ordinary day at work.She looks at me as I work in the diner area, collecting trays and used cups, plates and forks. From a short distance she watched as I wiped the table clean with a wet towel.As I moved from one table to another, I always caught her looking in my direction, like she is so in love with me. What does she see in me? I don’t know. I don’t know if she notices me over Kevin, who is definitely a good looking guy. She likes me, and she made it obvious and not a secret to anyone of us working in the coffee sho

One Cup of Matcha Latte for Irina Jane and I have gone on a few dates together. We would ride the motorcycle and eat at different restaurants. We both shared the desire to taste a variety of good food. And for some reason, I noticed how she enjoyed taking pictures of the food prepared on the table for us, and she has a habit of posting it on social media, why not? I see nothing wrong, she loves taking pictures.And because she posted a lot of pictures of food and us together on her Facebook or Instagram account, at work they knew we were together, it’s no secret, me and her. I must admit at first I never thought we would click, I never liked her the first time I saw her at work. For most of the time, I only see her as a friend and workmate, and that’s all.As days and weeks had passed, the dates we had, the bonding and the moment I had spent with her, I got to know her more. And never had I imagined I would appreciate h

Friends, Are We?The white painted door of the one storey house swings opened, and Christian appeared with Selena beside him. I watched Christian carry a heavy white foldable table to the front yard, below the big mango tree at the left side of the front yard. And Mallory ran towards Selena and hugged her, ‘Happy Birthday Auntie Selena,’ greeted Mallory as she gave Selena a box of Goldilocks cake. ‘Oh, thank you Mallory,’ Selana said in gratitude and kissed Mallory on the head.Selena wears a long red maxi dress with spaghetti strapped and a pair of brown slippers. And she also wears eyeglasses with a dark brown frame. She has brown colored curly hair, which looks like a telephone cord. And her skin is very light in tone with some reddish spots on her face, pimples, I think. Selena, as I had known her from our college years, is a very sweet woman. She is very caring to the people around her, and I think that is one of the things Christian loves about her. At school campus she acted

Continuation of chapter 36: Here I am still looking at his face, and all I could say is, thank you. How I wish that as he reads my story, he would remember me, us. Sadly, I know it is not possible, he forgets everything, and he is now in a relationship with someone else. It breaks me, but I must not show how I feel to him or to anyone. Something I decide stays within me, and only me. We spent more than an hour mostly talking about our high school years. ‘How come we never talked in high school?’ ‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘I don’t even remember we’re schoolmates.’ ‘That night after the party at Christian’s house,’ he said, holding on to his cup of coffee. ‘I browsed our high school yearbook, and I found you, Irina.’ ‘Have we ever been classmates?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘I will find out; I still keep the copies of my class picture somewhere in one of my drawers at home.’ ‘Okay, so you’re a keeper.’ `In our yearbook, you have very long straight hair,’ he said. ‘I love y

A Time Traveler from the Future‘Obaasan?’She stood tall at the bookshelf wearing a white Japanese kimono. She has this perfectly black, long, straight and shiny hair. And her soft sad eyes over her thick eyebrows, looked straight at my soul.‘Obaasan?’ I asked. ‘I am not afraid of you; I want to talk.’‘My magomusume, you shouldn’t be afraid of me,’ she said in a soft cold voice. ‘I am just like you.’‘You’re a ghost.’‘You’re right,’ she answered. ‘But you are also wrong,’‘I don’t get it,’‘What did you see the first time you saw me in your dream?’‘A clock,’‘I am a time traveler just like you.’‘A time traveler?’‘I came from the past,’‘Are you dead?’‘I died in my present,’ she said. ‘But I am also here in the future, and today is your present.’‘Teach me to time travel,’‘You will learn it by yourself, when the time is right.’‘But I need it, now.’‘Patience my child,’ she said. ‘There is always time for everything.’‘I want it now,’ I said, when inside my head I am dying to