Blue Monday

He leaned onto the railing and tilted his head to look up to the night sky.
"I would like to get to know you better."
The words came out softly, so softly that he was momentarily surprised that he actually said those words out loud, and not in his subconsciousness.
She stole a glance at him, before turning back to her original position, which was leaning forward on the very same railing.
"What do you mean?"
He paused for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he let it all out.
"Can you remember how we first met?"
She just nodded slightly. "It was the first day I joined the club. You were teaching a bunch of us the basic skills. As I remember, you were quite nervous when it was my turn."
He chuckled at the memory. "Truth be told, when I saw you, all I could think was 'What a pretty girl'."
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes. He saw her suppress a smile, all the while looking away over the railing.
"I also remember you asking for my number on the your last day at the club."
"I was trembling all over. Up to now I don't know how I got the courage to ask you for your number."
Another pause. This one was longer. Finally, he spoke.
"We have known each other for a few years now. It's just that, sometimes I wonder what kind of friendship do we have. We communicated more through sms than actual face to face interaction, and there's only so much one can find out about the other person through words on a cellphone."
He turned his whole body to face her.
"Somehow I always feel that, despite the many times we talk, we seem to be almost fencing, each one of us trying to delve deep into the other's psyche, yet not so deep until the other withdraws away. It's like an invisible barrier is between us."
"You're a special girl. When I'm with you I feel I can drop all the pretence I need to show at work and truly be myself. You've seen the real me, that soft underbelly under that tough as nails exterior."
He paused yet again. Her face was unreadable, not a shred of emotion was displayed at all.
"I just... just want to get to know you better. I want to know how you feel about things, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry, what you really think when you frown or smile at events. I hope you'll let me into your world, so I can know you better."
She just stood there. He wonders if he said too much. But somehow, he doesn't regret his words. They were honest and from the heart, with the greatest sincerity.
"Thank you." She said gently. She turned to face him, her gaze meeting his for the first time of the whole conversation.
Neither of them spoke.
However, he knew that wasn't necessary at all.