An Alien’s Touch (3 page)

Chapter Three

A lot of years have passed and even today when I meet someone who is named Brian, my heart somersaults. He was like a figment of my imagination. Had I not felt things so deeply, I would have thought that he was a dream.

I had come back from Paris after that eventful night spent with Brian.  As we were traveling to our time again, I had held his hands but when I landed in New York City, there was no one except me.

I had searched for him everywhere, but he was not there. It was like he was a spirit who could not stay. I could never understand and was baffled. I had cried and was scared and I wanted to go back and bring him but I was not an alien and I had no magic to go back in time.

I had sat in the same Central Park till the sun had set and it was then that I realized Brian was not coming back. I thought that he had ditched me, but I had seen the purest love in his eyes. I had no pictures of him, but my heart remembered every detail of him. I knew he was real, but he was gone.

Some stories don’t just have a happy ending. Ever since that day, I went to the central park every evening with the hope that I would bump into him again. I was in my fifties, but I was still hopeful that he would come back to me. He just can’t go away.

I had a feeling my story hadn’t ended yet and until the day I die, I was not giving up hope. Every evening as I headed to the central park, my heart was filled with hope and as I came back to an empty bed, my eyes were filled with tears. I loved him and I would do every possible thing to have him back.

Looking back I know that there was some error in the time travel gadget. I had broken it and he never told me the full details. Brian perhaps knew he couldn’t come back in the current dimension which is why he had made love so fervently. His intensity of love had left a deep mark in my soul and even when so many years have passed way, the memories of my Paris trip are as fresh as ever.

When I used to close my eyes, I could still feel the touch of his lips and the pleasure which he allowed me to feel. I could almost touch him and when I opened my eyes to an empty bed, the pain almost killed me.

I had lived more than half of my life and I searched him everywhere. I tried looking for him at every place I possibly could. I researched about aliens and extraterrestrial stuff, but all the details on those science oriented sites are gibberish. Aliens aren’t always the one with a big rounded head or multi-colored eyes. They aren’t necessarily ones with extra limbs or computerized brain. Aliens are one among us and I wanted to get back the alien who had invaded my soul.

I picked up one of those sappy romantic books which you read because you never really give up on love. There was a beautiful quote that said,

“Don’t chase love too hard because it will not stay. Go back to where you felt what love truly is and there it will find a way.”

Suddenly, everything made sense. It wasn’t the central park where I had really found Brian. We belonged to Paris. He had said ‘my Paris in Paris’ and it is a cliché and I just knew that I would find him there.

I wasted no time and I knew I had to be there as soon as I could. In all these years, my hopes for finally meeting Brian were the strongest. If I didn’t meet Brian even in Paris, my heart would perhaps never heal. Hope is a dangerous thing as it makes you believe that things will get better and when they don’t, you live the agony and pain all over again.

The flight was unbearably long and I kept reliving the beautiful moments. I wondered if I would remember the way to the hotel or if it would be the coffee shop where I would find him. I wondered if he would recognize me or what he would say to the wrinkles on my face. For a brief moment, I thought what would happen if he had married or was seeing someone.

After a long painful time, my flight finally landed in Paris and my heart kept beating faster than ever.

I went directly to the Eiffel tower and scanned the faces of endless people who were present there. I kept looking, but he was not there. I headed to the hotel but sadly, there was nothing at that place. The people gave me a quizzical look when I asked about the hotel. It had closed down a lot of years before.

I went back to the coffee shop and that was closed too. I cursed how quickly the things had changed and I sat down and cried. I was once again alone and the pain was too much to bear.

I realized finally that not every story meets its end and I was destined to lose Brian. There was no way I could get him back. With my shoulders slumped, I moved to Grand Palais hoping to catch one last glimpse of the place where my parents had met.

It didn’t feel the same as I had felt when I had walked this place with Brian.

I turned around and was about to leave when I heard a voice which made me stop in my tracks.

“How long did it take you to find me?”

I didn’t have to turn back to know who he was.

“Eternity. It took me an eternity, but I am not letting you go now.”

I said and we kissed.

THE END

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