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As we played he told me he loved me. Though just a child myself, I questioned how he could love me when we had just met. I spoke my mind, "You can't love me! You don't even know me!" He responded by saying, "I was taught that love is more than just words, it is how you play and give to people. Since I am interacting nice with you and letting you play with me, I love you. I will let you take home my boat because I love you. I want you to have whatever I have." I was a little amazed that he would just let me have whatever he had. Most kids were mean to me and wouldn't share, and they definitely would not give me what was theirs.
We played for hours that day. If fact, I was there so long that I ended up being late to dinner that night. My parents questioned where I was. I told them I had met a new friend. I showed them the boat and told them the different things we made up. I meticulously explained how the clouds moved and swirled in the wind as we looked up into the sky (well, at least in our imagination). Thankfully, after all the talk of what we did they forgot to question where exactly we played. This was a good thing, considering I was pretty sure we probably weren't really supposed to be in the abandoned house. As I got ready for bed that night, I was disappointed that the next day was a school day. I wouldn't be able to go back to play until after school and even then it would only be for a short while.
As soon as school was out the next day, I went back to the abandoned house, hoping to see
Vishwas. I waited as long as I could, knowing I couldn't be late two days in a row for dinner. When we parted the day before we hadn't talk about when we would meet again. I just assumed he would be there to play. I went back everyday after school that week and waited for him to come. There were other children coming in and out of the house playing games, imagining, and scheming up all sorts of charades. Some of them asked to play with me and some just ignored me, as I ignored them. Honestly, I just wasn't interested in playing with them. My fascination and desire to play with
Vishwas clouded my mind and I couldn't think about interacting with others. When I went back on Sunday,
Vishwas was there, sitting in the same corner playing with a motorcycle. I was relieved to finally see him, for it had been hard waiting and wondering if he would show up. I asked him where he had been all week. He told me he was busy but today was the day he and I could see each other.
