Things that I know, things that I don’t. The hole in the ground, the birds on their nest, a child running down the alley; holding a red balloon. All the funny things in between, your eyes, your smile, your lips, your hands over mine. Things that mean nothing to them, and things that mean everything to you and me.
Things that matter, and things that don’t. The smell of the grass swaying to the kiss of the wind, the sound of the cars honking around trying to beat this thing called traffic. A dog chasing a cat down the alley where the child with the red balloon was running. My eyes on yours, my erratic breathing, my sweaty hands nervously fidgeting yours.
The cat hissed, the dog yelped, the child cried, and up in the sky the red balloon went flying. Sprinkles of fantasy rewarded with a slap from reality. There’s you, and then there’s me. Sitting a table away from each other, you reading a book, and me getting lost in my fantasies.
Of love, and of you, and of me, and of all the funny things in between.
The story starts, just like how every story starts. It was late at night, we were sitting by the beach, cozy by the fire, lightening up the pitch black sky. We talked, laughed, teased and we kissed, did all the little things to keep the fire going — on it cracked, and on it burned. We were alive.
And just like how every middle part of the story works like how every middle part of the story works, it started to rain, panic crept into our eyes, our hearts trying to claw out of our chests, our minds confused. Then we heard a sizzling sound — kssss, it was our fire, it was slowly dying out. We panicked as we tried to do what we could to save it. But the little things that we used to do didn’t work anymore.
We argued, we made up only to argue anew. We ended up angry, sad, and desperate — as the fire slowly died out, we did too.
The story ends just like how any other story ends, dawn was breaking, we were at the beach, the waves singing its morning tune — a soft ballad of weeesh and wooosh
we stared as our fire slowly turned to embers, and as the last remaining embers turned into ashes, we stood up, and left, with nothing but perpetual silence.
Go on, take as many steps as you need,
a dozen, a hundred, a thousand and more,
I promise you that I will be here
to be your light at the end of the tunnel,
once your wanderlust heart has ran its course,
just take a deep breath and take a look back,
I promise you,
I’ll be right here where you left me
and then I repeat
and then I repeat
in hopes that maybe,
i will finally net that heartbeat,
I don’t know where you are,
but I know someday I’ll meet you,
in this vibrant and crazy place,
full of people that are two faced
I won’t be expecting you,
same goes for you to me,
together in that exact moment-
we’ll encounter serendipity
and when both our eyes meet,
the world will stop spinning,
no sound, no time, there’d be nothing,
just both our hearts quietly beating
It’s okay, breathe easy,
Just keep on looking at the starless sky,
Don’t fret, stars are overrated,
Keep your gaze up at the melancholic moon,
It’s moonbeams slowly drizzling upon us,
While the wind whispers it’s deaf hum,
Don’t forget to breathe,
Breathe in it’s beautiful lullaby,
Breathe it out one more time,
As the wind closes out it’s song,
Hold unto my hand one more time,
And close those grey eyes
Tell me how you end a relationship as beautiful as ours?
Six long beautiful happy years,
You just don’t throw that away
So tell me, how do you end something as beautiful as ours?