"The furthest distance is when I'm sitting close to you..." She finished her drink, ".. but I'm not loving you anymore.. "
He looked at her.
She's a famous wedding planner, but yet to have any plan of 'The Perfect Wedding' for her clients.
He's a famous wedding planner, but yet to reveal his plan of 'The Perfect Wedding' to any of his clients.
She knows she needs to have 'The Perfect Wedding' planned-out. Sir Gomez, her current biggest client gave him 2 years time to lay out the plan -- 2 years -- "sufficient enough", she smirked with a plot drafted in her mind.
They fell in love -- I mean, she made him fell for her, and when the night he kneed down with a ring and made his proposal, she knew she's almost there.
-- What's 'The Perfect Wedding' for the best wedding planner in the world? His own wedding.
That night, in front of the kneeing him, she nodded to the proposal, but smiled to the victory of her plot..
He started to plan his wedding -- the perfect wedding of him and his love. She's totally overwhelmed by the wonderful idea -- the plan of The Perfect Wedding is so gorgeous and flawless she just have to admit his status of the world's best wedding planner.
She rewrote every details of the plan to Sir Gomez in her email. "..only a heart that's deeply in love can create this perfect wedding plan..." Sir Gomez commented in his reply -- she almost can see Sir Gomez's smilling. She knew Sir Gomez was so impressed -- every words in Sir Gomez's replies carried emotions and expressions, she could feel that Sir Gomez was the happiest client on the planet, without the necessary of meeting him at all.
She smirked at Sir Gomez's comment, while thinking of the earliest date to dump his wedding planner fiance.
He looked at her. The heartless silence conquered every drop of air in between them.
"I used to think that, " he broke the silence, "the furthest distance is when I'm standing in front of you, but you don't know how much I miss you, and how much I love you..."
She took off her engagement ring, put it on the table, "I'm sorry," stood up, grabbed her handbag, "..it's over." cold-hearted, headed towards the exit of the coffee house.
"..but in the last 2 years I realize that, " he continued, "the furthest distance exists when you know how much I miss you and how much I love you, but you just pretend to do the same, for some reasons other than love..."
She stopped. Turned around to him.
"... the perfect wedding plan is not yet complete," he looked at her, his eye filled with disappointment, "it requires a heart that is deeply in love..."
Her handbag slipped off of her hand. A hopeless weakness smeared from her feet, upward.
".. the furthest distance, " he stood up, "is even though we have been together for almost 2 years, you still don't know who am I -- that's the furthest distance -- " he walked pass her,