I still remember the first time I
woke up with you. It was the best morning ever, I murmured. But you were still
sleeping so you didn’t hear. But from that moment on, I knew. The universe and
that beautiful sunset knew, that I was madly in love with you. I could still
trace your sleeping face, your laugh lines. I can still hear your breathing,
and the way your eyes fluttered when they finally opened, Oh! How
beautiful they are! You asked me why was I awake so early, 3 AM to be exact. I
just smiled. But if words were possible that time, this would have been my
reply:
“Because I want to enjoy a silent and private
moment with you, I want to see you in your most vulnerable just to make sure
that something like you could really exist. I want to memorize you, paint you,
and put a picture of you where I can visit you whenever I want. A place only I
know where, a place where nobody owns you but me. I want to listen to your
beating heart; I want to hear the song that it plays because it puts my heart
at ease. I woke up early because I want to remember this moment; you and I, a
breath apart. Because I know that when the sun is at its highest, you wouldn’t
be mine, that we will be life apart. That the song your heart is playing would
be for someone else.”
But instead of saying it all, I
chose to smile because it’s the easiest way to hide everything, even pain.
From then on, my heart was
reduced to nothing but a thing that wants it all to happen again. My heart has
been screaming your name. My heart has been looking, waiting and wanting to
hear that song again. And I guess this would go on for a long time, maybe
forever. I pity my heart.
Good thing I have enough to get
by. For I still remember that one morning like it was just yesterday. I still
remember your face; I can still trace your laugh lines. I can still recall how
your eyes fluttered when you woke up. I can still remember the song your heart
was playing. Lastly, I still have that picture of us that night. It was just
you and I, a breath apart.
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