It is raining outside, the curtains are drawn, but the waterlogged breeze still found its way to sneak inside. The baby rays of sunshine fall on his newly trimmed hair. He is looking for her hands amidst the crumpled blanket.
His soft lips stretched into a smile whilst his eyes light up like a Christmas tree not less than any sunshine as he watched her curling up on a pillow; wondering what good he has done life to deserve someone as precise as her. Someone who is more interested in talking from pineapple on pizza to priests abuse in Pennsylvania.
And, she rose from a heavy slumber. He ran his fingers through her brownish curls.
He: Remember Rabbit, the time when we had our first kiss?
I lean in. You followed along.
Inches drawing us apart. You smiled and I smiled too.
Then even more close, we are probably centimeters apart.
Butterflies were dancing in my tummy, heartbeats were furious, palms were sweaty, blood rushing to your cheeks retaliated that pinkish feel as the little cherry at the top of my definite imagination.
The universe inside my head was about to explode. You were quivering like a 102-degree fever patient. My hands were wrapped around your waist while yours were around my neck.
He: Oye, you are not listening na?
With the half-opened eyes, she said yes.
He: Acha, tell me, how many words have you heard?
She: Not even one.
He chuckled at her honesty.
He: Who taught you this art of not listening to anything yet still nodding head, madam?
She: Oye hello, I was an engineering student. A series of absolutely boring professors made me proficient in it. *wink*
They too began to titter and soon the ripples of laughter became the great waves of hilarity. He leaned close and gave a soft peck on her forehead.
She sits on the bed by tying up her hair with a yawning tone.
She: Sooooo, you were talking about that day you forgot to put your deodorant, came up in a bad pair of clothes, looking awkward and of course, in a dilemma who is going to break the ice? Haaa…is that it?
He drives a pillow on her face with an evil grin.
He: How come you even born with a zero romance in your blood, nincompoop? I wonder what spell you have used and married me. Just get lost.”
She: “don’t you dare to say that, Mr. Muttonhead? I will kill you.” Forgot the texts we exchanged the same night that it’s a memory we both would cherish until hell freezes over. The eyebrows shrank and voice became low. You are ruining out our core memory.
He: What? No no no. I am not your “Sadness” who contributes to it. I would never do that.
She just nodded her head that it’s okay.
He: Can I get that terrible laugh now? That laugh for which even aliens would get scared. But, being a kind-hearted one, I am tolerating for two years now?
She punched him lightly.
He: Oh my god. You could be a murderer. And why was it so special? Enlighten me, please.
She embraced her legs tightly as that adrenaline rush kicked in.
You know, our eyes closed. I had a huge hormonal imbalance when you held me by the waist. My body takes over to work in cohesion in an attempt to live, breath and vividly remember the seconds as they pass. I was unsure where my palms should stay. Our hearts were pounding as we knew what was up in the line. Bodies were melting in each other’s arms.
Just do it….just get it over with…. millions of different thoughts were rushing in my head. In one feeble attempt to finally end my misery, you leaned in, our soft lips touched. A sudden adrenaline race going up my spine. A moment so intimate, so sloppy, so infinite has happened to cherish for years to come.
Our eyes were still closed. Still living and committed to making this memory. With the smell of spring and fresh grass and damp earth and the sound of the peepers in the silence, I thought I would die of happiness at that moment.
It was the perfect moment frozen in my brain and I can still see it now as clearly as you were here right in front of me. That night, that moment was just invinc…
She: Yes, but we brushed that day