We lie on the rooftop. She gently rubs her hand over her eyes. ‘ What are you doing?’ ‘Making some phosphenes.’ ‘what?’ ‘the starry colorful thingy in your eyelids when you rub your eyes, it’s call phosphenes.’ ‘Oh. Finally I learnt something new today.’ ‘quite a boring day, was it?’ ‘yeah.’ It’s a cool dry silent night. The sky is so overcast, hiding away the full moon and the stars. The smell of the big city can’t be carried much high. She hums a dancy song, the one that she has been listening for days. We are all tired, of the life we live, the people we’ve met, the work we’ve done. It’s not the weight of the world on our shoulders. We are just burden with casual tasks. It may be weird to say but to be honest, we would rather get trapped in some alternate universe where we have to fight monsters saving lives. A completely bad idea but in the meantime, it’s just ideal. She has already had her own demons. So do I. they are all made up yet so real and terrifying. But for each other, we could have gave up and surrendered at some point. I’m so lucky to have her to hold on. She’s strong, beautiful with a brave, kind and extraordinary heart. She dragged me out of the darkness I drowned myself in and shed some light into my lonely sky. Slowly we came to know that no one has to stand the ground on their own. We may stray sometimes but we also keep each other from getting lost. I hold her by the hand, which stops her lovely humming. She turns to me and blooms a sweet smile. We can be quite together for hours. The bond and intimacy we share is just splendid. Like soulmates, we don’t have to necessarily speak to get to each other. I see her and I understand her messy crazy insane inner world. She never asked for anything else and usually says that it’s a privilege to have me around. She strongly believes in privilege-ism. Anyone can make things special and she always appreciates, with or without saying. And it often upsets her that she just counts every single little thing as love or care but people don’t consider it that way. They probably name it ‘nothing,’ saying that everyone does so at forget. She doesn’t blame, convincing herself that it’s just the way it goes. And I’m the one and only exception, out of common sense and publical beliefs. In the fourth hours, it starts to rain. Heavy raindrops hit on us as she get up to grad out stuff and go back inside the building. We don’t really have to run away from the comforting and relaxing downpour but thinking about all the things we are doing tomorrow, we should not try to get colds. The longer and thin fingers of a musician fit the space between mine perfectly. We get to the ground, walk thru the underground parking lot and leave. She says she wants pizza and lemonade but it’s way too late to go to some desert. Thank god it there is still some in my apartment so I offer her. She nods with a wide grin and sparkles in her eyes. I drive and think about how we are spending the rest of the night. We’re going home. I’m hitting up the pizza. She’s making lemonade. We will pick a good film from my geeky collection and watch it as we eat. Then later we will cuddle and fall as sleep gazing into each other’s eyes with the tv on. After all, everything is gonna be just fine. And I will still see her on the next day, which is the only thing I hope to do among all the things I have to do.
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 15:46:03 +0000
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