Rumi’s Lover

You were appear insignificant at first. We talked on and off, sometimes it was just a hi and bye. Nothing special about it.

One day you had a short business trip here, and we agreed to meet up for dinner. I wasn’t expecting anything, neither were you. It was just a casual dinner between two people trying to pass the time. Nothing more, nothing less.

You looked a bit shorter than I thought, and you thought I was supposed to be shorter than you – which I’m not.

Five minutes later, we were quoting Rumi. You were surprised, I was too.
“You like Rumi?”
“Are you kidding me? I love him!”
“Wow! I’m feeling lucky”

And we talked some more. You had a terrible flu, and your voice was almost non-existent. But I managed to understand what you were saying in your cookie monster-y voice. We were completely immersed in the conversation, interrupted by spontanious laugh in between. You are one of the most funniest people I have ever met. I ticked the funny box for you.

And I started to notice you had a contagious smile. There is something about the way your lips curve when you smile. It made me want to smile too.

Few hours later, the waiter told us the restaurant is closed now. And we looked around, and sure enough, we were the only people left. How did it happen? Where did the time goes? Did it play a trick on us?

We then rode a taxi back. You drop me off to my place first, kissed my cheeck, and wave from inside the taxi. I mumbled something about you having a safe flight tomorrow, and wave back.

It was a significant night.


But I Want to Tell You First

No matter who you end up telling a good or bad news to, the first person that came to your mind is the person who mean so much to you. Although you might not able to share it with that particular person for some smart reason or silly ones, that person, that particular person still hold a special space at the corner of your heart.

The Infamous Request

We were laying in bed one evening, holding hands as our eyes gazing at the beautiful city lights from the window. Miles Davis was playing in the background.

“You know what, I don’t want you to need anyone else. I want you to need me.”
“Well, I don’t need anyone else anyway.”
“But you know that I can’t promise you anything, I mean… I don’t know if I can love you. Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“You’re kinda crazy.”
“No. I’m kinda stupid, and you’re kinda selfish. But I love you.”
“Right. Just please don’t need anyone else but me, okay?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”

Silent Understanding

So I guess this it. This is the moment where we split ways, in silence. 

We probably knows that if we start talking again, we will go back to square one, and with each passing day we only fall deeper and deeper. 

So instead, no matter how much it hurts, we wipe our tears away, held our head up high, and continue our journey in life.

There might not be another hug, another caress, another kiss
There might not be another late night chat, another dinner, another picture taken.

And the seafood we want to try, the holiday we plan to have.. There might not be any of those too.

And eventually your bluetooth will forget my number, and this time you won’t need to re-program it anymore because there might not be another phone call to make as you driving home from our get together.

In less than twenty four hours, I will leave the country. I wish I could take my heart with me. But I know it won’t happen this time. My heart and mind will stay here.

With you. 
With our memories.

And I love you, still.

Seven Days After

So we met again, 7 days after. Without alcohol, without the nervousness of a first meet up, without the hassle of advance preparation. We were just two souls wanting to see each other again.

Yet, 7 days after, you still smell so nice, still look effortlessly gorgeous, and whenever our eyes locked during the conversation, I swear my heart skipped – not only one, but two beats.

And gosh… The impulse to touch and kiss you were ridiculously unbearable.

I. Crave. You.

Even more now.

More than 7 days before.