Starry night. Starry sky. And under it, just he
and she.
“Well, it’s fascinating right?? I always love
it when the sky is full of stars. Makes me feel like they are watching over me,
somehow I feel secured and relaxed.” She giggled and breathed out, which vaporizes
into a thin coat of mist in the cold air. He stared at her lovingly, fully
amazed by every little actions that she had done.
Wow. He thought. He found out that his breath shorten
from time from time as he lay his gaze on her, the way she laugh, the way she
tell him her stories. Everything is like a little piece of melody, on and out
and on and out, fading in the air and reechoed, reverberate in the thick cold atmosphere,
like a lullaby stuck on replay. Or rather, are her voice stucking in his mind,
that he somehow feels empty after each time she stopped talking?? He himself
doesn’t know what’s up with him too actually.
Mild breeze wheezes through, bringing her hair
up, making it messy, but somehow it looks adorable and alluring. He could not
find any word to describe the beauty that was laid infront of him. It was just
perfect. It was just wonderful, and he doesn’t want to waste any time talking,
to interrupt her from keep looking like this. He offered his hands and brushed
her fringe up back to where it was suppose to be. She blushed, and he felt
nothing comparable to this as her warmth surged into his hands.
“What are you looking at??” she asked shyly,
and he thought he knew why, but he was not sure of it, and he was pretty sure
that she knows why he was staring at her. Cricket croons, and the mild breeze
brush through the land, freshen up the mood. And he thought he saw fireflies,
dancing, juggling through the dark night sky, as it sparkled while it flew
through the darkness, doing their own unique band of twirling. Should he call
it dashing?? Or was it not fireflies?? He wasn’t hesitant anymore when he
realized that it was a falling star, plummeting into the horizon.
“Look!! A comet!!!” he pointed out to the sky
of celestials, her hand felt warm in his.
“Wow! I never saw one before you know??” she
quickly turned away from him, head bowed, hands crossed, as if she was praying
a wish, wishing something wonderful to happen. And there were this momentary
silence for him to study her, as she sat there quietly, as if really believing
that her wish will come true. He gasped, as he realized that he was mesmerized
by her, and he that he had fell in love with this girl. He quickly bowed and
wished.
I wish I can kiss her
They
walked silently on the road, he wants to hold her hand again but he just couldn’t
find a way to summon up his courage and grab her gentle hands, which makes the
atmosphere kinda awkward. She turned to him and asked, “Why are you not
talking?? You seem so quiet…” He wished to tell her that he is going to miss
her so much after this date but he just couldn’t say it, nor he dare to look at
her in her eyes, as if something scary is holding him back. He suddenly feel so
scared.
“Anyway, thanks for walking me home, bye…” she
murmured as she made her move towards her home.
“Wait!” he try to hold her back, fearing that
he had no more chances like this after tonight. Deep in his heart he knew that
he had to do something tonight. He hold on to her arms, not willing to let go.
There’s something in him that doesn’t wish her to go. She still look as beautiful
as ever, wide eyes, sharp noses, that
rosy cheek, and that face that always smiles, he can feel that the whole world
froze just for him and her.
“Erm… I wish I can watch over you, like the
stars, you’re beautiful,” a part of him fell back, fearing that a wrong thing
that he had done will ruin everything. His words sound like a whisper in the
tranquil silence. She blushed again, looking at him as if he was a treasure. His
heart melts, as he drew closer and drew her in his arms. His eyes closed, and
he was pretty sure that she’d do the same, and for an instant he hopes that
they can do this forever.
She finally drew away, acting real shy. “Thank
you for tonight Dave, thanks for making my wish come true, it really works,
doesn’t it??” something in her voice makes his heart skipped a beat, and she
was the most beautiful girl in the world right then, right there. She slowly
make her way into her home, closing up the door behind him, and he swore that he
caught her looking back as she closed the door.
He stood there in disbelief, savouring the memory
with her, from the start until now, like an old man reliving his days again,
indulged in his own nostalgic reminiscence. He was pretty sure that when their
lips brushed together, the moment will last for eternity in his mind.
But another thing, One, people tend to sin. Two, sinning people tend to judge. I am always surprised at how people love to judge and pass judgement to other while deep down in themselves they are not so good either. What a world is this?? The rationale to this is that they judged just so that they can hold lift themselves higher and perhaps feel less guilty because they think that they're good enough. Psychologically, it's called "self-comforting", which doesn't help at all because the truth is waiting right behind...
