fiction.
It was the greatest feeling in the whole world. Waking up and knowing that there was someone beside you. We were just there, in this peaceful moment. Nothing more. Spooning is overrated anyway. You should have looked at him, kissed him once more, given him a warm big hug to let him know that he meant the world to you; because the next thing you know was a conversation that would lead to goodbye.
fiction.
It only took a second. I was not sure why I cried. Maybe it was the night, maybe it was the light, maybe it was the drug. We were listening to this insanely beautiful song that bring meanings to my universe. I was lying there, listening to this magical song and understanding what happiness was. I was happy. I was there. I turned my back, took a deep breath, and wiped the tears. I was still high, but it's okay.
fiction.
It was raining. Always. The rain seemed to have loved me and want to embrace me whenever it felt right. It was raining when we had a big fight and you left. It was raining when we went out and running together happily. It was raining when we warmed each other up inside. The sun was bright and wide, but it was raining down my eyes when I saw you smiling from afar. Deep down I knew you would never come back. Not here, not now, not ever. I need an umbrella.
fiction.
It was the longest ride in my life. I sat next to you in silence, while you started the engine in slow motion. My heart was beating faster and faster, and I felt relieved since it was dark inside the vehicle. So you didn't see my face blushing like the weather was scorching hot. I started to open my mouth, and hoped to die or get there soon. I talked, talked, and talked, without really thinking. All I have in mind was this crazy thing that I have wanted to do to you for a long time. It was definitely less than 500 meters, but it felt like it was the longest ride I have ever had. Maybe we should have walked instead.
fact.
It is 2.47am and I am still wide awake...
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