I would describe to you the setting of where I was, and the time when this happened but it’s all a dizzy memory; not because I have forgotten the details but because the details of what it was, how it happened, the outside and the inside, the thoughts, dreams and reality, all seemed to blend into one consciousness.
The night felt long and a never ending peace seemed to possess us. When dawn arrived, for the first time, I was dissappointed at the sun for having risen. The day break meant our long separation.
Sometime during that long night, I held your arm with both of mine wrapped around it. Head on your shoulder, I did not know how I let down my walls and let loose my inhibitions so easily around you. In murmurs and silence, even in my sleep, I seemed to be talking to you throughout the night. I was wrapped in several jackets, yet the only warmth seemed to be of your body against mine and your hands shrouding mine.
As we sat on the bench overlooking the lights beyond the river, that never seem to be lost from my sight, and the darkness of the grounds around us, there was a glowing radiance surrounding, an aura as I had never known. I had never known what it is to like someone, to love, to be absorbed in them as a whole, but in those moments it all felt naturally coming to me.
I dream of us sitting on that bench again, another long night but arrival of the morning cannot and does not separate us. Somewhere in the middle of the long night, when track of time has been lost, I tell you about the boy who tried to touch me. And I tell you about the time when your absence made me feel unreasonably angry and vulnerable. I tell you about the time when the soft music made me wish you were there, holding me lovingly by my waist, unlike that boy that time. I tell you about how I was aware how unreasonable I was being then, but that didn’t help, at all. I tell you about the time when my oldest bestfriend came to meet me, and of all the people, you were who I wished to introduce her to and tell her about. In my head, I say all of these things to you, while we sit at the bench. I see a faint shape of a smile and I sense you blushing deep. You seem to hold me closer, lock me tighter around yourself, and you whisper that I am the most precious thing in your life, that you’d never want to let go of me. A calming peace seemed to have taken over me.
Now I understand what you meant. What you meant when you said it’s important for people to confess their love, there’s no hope in waiting and yearning when you could happily have all that you ever wanted.
Has anyone told you you sleep like a baby? Curled up and asked if you could hold my hand in yours, that’s how you went to sleep. I couldn’t get more used to it; never have I seen anything or met anyone as adorable as you.
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