Saturday, December 09, 2006
Life is beautiful, perhaps?
I've always had a dream, getting up in the morning, to the smell of coffee, and turning around to see a girl, with her long hair covering the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen, looking at you straight in the eye, clad in a white shirt, which I wore the day before.
I get up from the bed, hold her waist, and kiss her with love that only Romeo would know. Magical as it may seem, the love was pure, unbiased, and totally dedicated to two souls, me and her.
As she makes the coffee, I take out some eggs, fry them to just the way she loves it, serve it to her, and get my self ready for the day.
Some how, she walks in the toilet, brushes her teeth, and jumps into the shower with me.
Wait! I'm no pervert. This dream is purely fictional, and yet desirable to most people.
We kiss again in the shower, and then proceed to dress up. As we leave the house, I lock up the doors, look her into the eye and say,
"I love you, and I will always will, remember that kay dear?"
We seperate paths, but yet we think of each other, and how much we long to be with the other. Although the distance seperates us, the heart and soul were bound on one solid base, love. I go through the day, knowing that no matter what strikes us down, one glance into her eyes would somehow relieve my broken soul.
As soon as my shift ends, I walk down the pavement that leads me home, my mind still fixated on her eyes, and it struck me. I rushed down the alley, and into the florist. I close my eyes for a bit, and think of her smile. Yes, thats it, purple orchids. I grab few stalks, head to the cashier, and be on my way.
As I reached my doorway, I noticed her dark brown heels wasn't there. I looked at my watch, the very watch she bought for me last Christmas. Yeah, I'm early!
I walk in like a maestro in an orchestra into the kitchen. I grab the silverware and the wok, and prepare a simple meal for two. The table was lavished with wine and candles and a piece of red frock as table cloth.
She reaches home and the first thing she does was to hug me, and kiss me,
"I miss you."
"I missed you too, hun."
She looks into my eyes. We've been together so long that she could practically sense that something was amiss, and that my heart was racing. She gracefully holds my hand,
"What's going on dear?"
"Nothing, I just love you."
I knelt down and presented the orchids to her. The gleam on her face made it all worthwhile.
"Lavender? How'd you know? Oh my god, it's beautiful."
"Only for you."
Her hand was still grasping mine. As she smelt the orchids, the grip grew tighter. She turned to me, and we kissed like there wasn't a second to lose.
I turned on the radio to a slow, soft, Michael Buble groove. I approached her, held her in front of me, and kissed her on the neck, where it could only mean ' I want you '. I held her waist, and we danced into the night slowy and to a soft sight of rejuvinated romance. Emotions flared, lips met, and sweat poured as we celebrated our love for each other.
I then took her into the dining area. She looked at me, and nonchalantly said to me,
"I'm glad I have you, and I'm glad that we are together, and I never wanna lose you ever."
"Dear, don't say those things. You will never lose me."
We ate and drank our glass of red wine till it was in the wee hours of the morning. She looked at me,
"Lets call in medical leave tommorow dear, as I wanna spend my life, if not a day with you."
I closed my eyes and woke up the next morning to the same sight that I'd never wanna lose.
I've always loved this dream, and I never wanna wake up from it at times.
I get up from the bed, hold her waist, and kiss her with love that only Romeo would know. Magical as it may seem, the love was pure, unbiased, and totally dedicated to two souls, me and her.
As she makes the coffee, I take out some eggs, fry them to just the way she loves it, serve it to her, and get my self ready for the day.
Some how, she walks in the toilet, brushes her teeth, and jumps into the shower with me.
Wait! I'm no pervert. This dream is purely fictional, and yet desirable to most people.
We kiss again in the shower, and then proceed to dress up. As we leave the house, I lock up the doors, look her into the eye and say,
"I love you, and I will always will, remember that kay dear?"
We seperate paths, but yet we think of each other, and how much we long to be with the other. Although the distance seperates us, the heart and soul were bound on one solid base, love. I go through the day, knowing that no matter what strikes us down, one glance into her eyes would somehow relieve my broken soul.
As soon as my shift ends, I walk down the pavement that leads me home, my mind still fixated on her eyes, and it struck me. I rushed down the alley, and into the florist. I close my eyes for a bit, and think of her smile. Yes, thats it, purple orchids. I grab few stalks, head to the cashier, and be on my way.
As I reached my doorway, I noticed her dark brown heels wasn't there. I looked at my watch, the very watch she bought for me last Christmas. Yeah, I'm early!
I walk in like a maestro in an orchestra into the kitchen. I grab the silverware and the wok, and prepare a simple meal for two. The table was lavished with wine and candles and a piece of red frock as table cloth.
She reaches home and the first thing she does was to hug me, and kiss me,
"I miss you."
"I missed you too, hun."
She looks into my eyes. We've been together so long that she could practically sense that something was amiss, and that my heart was racing. She gracefully holds my hand,
"What's going on dear?"
"Nothing, I just love you."
I knelt down and presented the orchids to her. The gleam on her face made it all worthwhile.
"Lavender? How'd you know? Oh my god, it's beautiful."
"Only for you."
Her hand was still grasping mine. As she smelt the orchids, the grip grew tighter. She turned to me, and we kissed like there wasn't a second to lose.
I turned on the radio to a slow, soft, Michael Buble groove. I approached her, held her in front of me, and kissed her on the neck, where it could only mean ' I want you '. I held her waist, and we danced into the night slowy and to a soft sight of rejuvinated romance. Emotions flared, lips met, and sweat poured as we celebrated our love for each other.
I then took her into the dining area. She looked at me, and nonchalantly said to me,
"I'm glad I have you, and I'm glad that we are together, and I never wanna lose you ever."
"Dear, don't say those things. You will never lose me."
We ate and drank our glass of red wine till it was in the wee hours of the morning. She looked at me,
"Lets call in medical leave tommorow dear, as I wanna spend my life, if not a day with you."
I closed my eyes and woke up the next morning to the same sight that I'd never wanna lose.
I've always loved this dream, and I never wanna wake up from it at times.
what did i do so wrong that you had to leave me alone ... at 3:54 AM
2 people in the crowd heard my words
2 people in the crowd heard my words
