We look up at the afternoon sky in this home of our own. Thinking about the future that will never come the way we want it to be. Yet our heads still play along with the wind blows, goes here and there and back and forth, nothing could ever stop us.
You look at me, the look that makes me feel like I’m the luckiest person in the world this afternoon. The look I can never know how to return it back. Then you say you are very lucky to have me in your life, oh darling you don’t know I was just thinking the same thing but reversed. But I can’t talk, I just smile. Trying my best to give my all-time-best-smile that afternoon. And you just simply smiled back, now mine feels nothing compared to yours.
I stroke your hair, smelling the vanilla shampoo and the natural scent of your body. It is comforting my body, but not my brain. I kiss your forehead and I feel my heart goes wild, again. You smile again, now it's one of my favorite views ever.
I hold you tight, not wanting to let go forever. You hold me tighter.
At least not today, I keep telling myself this.
F, 3 Oct 2016 9:40 PM.
