Still with you

It’s my own heart. I really doubt. This thing in me is more of her than being mine. Forgetting everything around me and I have no sense of time.

The surrounding is misted and she calls me again. If nothing I can make of this, an evening, a time of rain. It was forecasted the previous night; that it was going to rain today but we both left our umbrellas at home. Why not, we love the rain. And as the lovers we let her love us how she wants until it’s the time to let her be and to be spectators of her beauty. We let her fall on us while we fall for her. Fools together, and a fool for her.

17 August 2004, a very sad-to-be-tough life of a teenager who are absolutely mind blown by just living. As soon as we left the campus, it started raining. A sweet drizzle to deluge shower. We were soaked and smiling. I love rain. She loves us too. It was a little harsh downpour, we had to take a shed. We planned to walk home in drizzle but our darling rain had promised rage today. The way to the bus stand had us soaked yet it wasn’t something to mind. We sprinted our way to the bus stand but my darling was in the mood of playing hard so we had to stop mid and resort to a shelter. To our fate, there was this little store. This little store has always been here since my dad was a kid. A cozy store. This little store, owners were mindful while making a shed enough to fit in some people. She and I, an elderly couple and a fresh love couple who weren’t shy of showing their affection in public. I got shy and wished somewhere it was us. The elderly couple had an umbrella. I asked them why they weren’t going home if they had umbrella. Nera smacked my head and said, “Idiots, it’s their place.” I was a little too much indulged into her to notice that. My bad. She was observant, she saw everything; more than we noticed. She sees it all. Yet she missed the love dissolved in my eyes. The old couple was kind enough to let us have some warm tea with them saying, “A rainy day and hot tea is a luxury of the street. Never deny, if offered.” We grasped the advances. I lost my head again. Isn’t it amusing? There are people maybe more than stars and each of them has a chest, a chest of stories.

I always wondered why tressures were said to be chests. Who did it? Then one day sitting down it came to me. Tressures are said chest because they have something in them that is to be cherished. For a pirate, it’s jewels and for us, it was hearts.

Too much in my head.

It was getting darker and the atmosphere was also getting to a lane to a sense of despondence. Maybe it wasn’t, it was just me and my conflicts. She, my love; love so beautiful. This time it was about, Nera. We have spent enough time together and it dawned on me; I started falling; falling for her. And today, I realized I have gone too far, no way back, I have fallen.

She is angelic. And I have been so in love. Her wet lashes and flushed cheeks are making her more graceful than she is. But she’s always like this. I have seen her always like this but now there is a halo around her. I love how her eyes crinkle when she smiles, I love how her crescent smile shows her teeth and gums out. I love her hazel eyes when; whenever. Whenever, always. I love her eye smiles. Her facial muscles will lift slowly, scrunching her nose and wrinkling around her eyes, her lashes brushing her cheeks gently and her, her eyes will close enough it’s hard for her to see but still feel heart-bursting contentment. She stands out while she smiles. I forgot everything around. And her, her everything, I fall in love with. I am so in love, so in love. And today, I had to tell her that with every breath I take, I desire her, I love her, it respires through me with every breath. I was so full of love, I only beathed her.

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Last week while shopping with mom I bought a pendent for her as a promise to her a symbol of my love that it reminds her of me. Instead of asking her hand with love, I backed off. I thought of her with me and I got lost in love. This love of mine isn’t her just yet. I missed some things between the lines. And this absurdity made me choose the easiest endeavor out. I love her but does she do the same. I lost my line there. It was killing me. I couldn’t profess.

However, I came in terms with my remorse. That this love is all mine. I love her and that’s all mine to feel so. It is selfish to put my expectations on her of love. Since this term of unrequited love, I have been keeping this pendant around everywhere with me. I live with this contentment that she is around me, so beautiful. She is with me. I live by this love. I live by her. She completes me. She breathes life in me.

In my head too much.

I was brought back to earth with her shaking me out of these thoughts. Gently shaking me, “Hey, let’s go home.” With glimmer in her eyes, “It’s drizzling.” Thanking the generous couple, we left the store we walked our way home.

Quiet and slow. This time, her hand I won’t let go.

A little selfish, a little time. My love is alone and mine.

Our soaked feet walked together; we tread together yet my path different from hers.

Together we laughed, together we cried. A love, I alone am tied.

An evening dark, my heart blue. I wish, in my love; I could mold you.

But alone mine and a you thinking mind, I only see you, other are sight, of the hind.

Behind the faint smile, my heart is bleeding. Lost this battle with it, how much I could be conceding.

You take my empty and I hold it with a nothing of us. You planted this love in me, cancerous.

Together, you and I. Not just us.

“We are here.” She said mellow. She bought me back. A sweet hmm I said, “We are home.” Lost in my eye, my mind shallow. “I don’t want this to end.” This evening is one of lifetime. “Could it get better?” Thinking loudly of myself, “If only you were mine.”

In the drizzle, you and I, together just not together. I wanted time to stop so I could hold myself and we had walked more and fall into each other.

She walked home. She went away. It was a whisper she heard. I was still one call away.