I realized that I don't speak enough of the good things.
Life flows in unexpected and wondrous directions, and I become quiet.
Pretty silly.
I remember the rain splashing gently against her cheeks,
The way her eyes shone so brightly,
the impending kiss that changed my life.
My heart woke up that night...
...and i found it had a lot to say.
I remember thinking that even if it was only for this one night,
No one could ever take it from me.
No one could tell me it was only a trick of the light.
I remember a walk along a bridge,
Watching the sky catch cold fire
As the sun lazily fell below the horizon.
We were holding each other so tightly, drowning in scents and smiles, and the heat of our tender touch.
I remember thinking at the time that if it ended tomorrow, it was all worth it,
Just to experience
That single moment
Where we basked in each others sun.
No one could convince me it was only the longing whispers that speak so soft, so urgent
In my mind.
I remember how worried I was when I told her I loved her.
Oh God, how I can worry sometimes.
I was ready for the consequences.
This is not an easy thing to say, when you feel that your future could quickly slip from your outstretched and wanting hands.
As always, she put my worries to rest.
She loves me. I still feel swift lightning pulsate within every inch of me every single time I think of this.
She loves me.
It amazes me how such a simple touch from her feels like things are brighter, more vivid, much more beautiful.
Color has a taste. Scents have a look. Sound feels like soft velvet on softer skin.
I
don't know how, but I feel that I had always missed her. It is like a
reunion of long-lost hearts, finally colliding with a passion
and intensity that I am still only beginning to understand.
God, she is the most beautiful thing I have ever set eyes on..
...And she loves me.
What does this have to do with the subtle strains of music that float from heart to fingers?
Everything.
