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soliloquy; ephemeral landings
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Posted on Friday, 8 May 2015 @ Friday, May 08, 2015
Lights.She remembered the suspended lights over their heads. Saw them, loved them, wanted to have them the next time she had her own house. It was not a lonely night, nor was it a hectic one. It was more to a casual, lazy one. Minimal cars on that stretch of road, not a rare yet not quite a common sight. Classy, that transparent roof, she thought as she drummed her finger on the table, her eyes wildly searching for objects that drew her growing fascination. She forgot the time and all she wanted was that glass of drink. Then she found it. Her new object of fascination. "Are you nervous?" she asked, finding his expression amusing. "No, not really." "Really?" A draw of breath. "Really." It wasn't like those dates where people start thinking they're at a garden with butterflies and daisies nodding in the sun, nor was it one of those dates where she wanted to grab her bag and fake a vomiting spree. It felt oddly comfortable, warm-blankets-in-a-freezing-room-comfortable. Nothing fancy, nothing mundane. Just plain comfortable. She rested her chin on a cradle her palms made, and tried hard to make him stare at her without looking away. One minute, tops. Oh but she could stare, and stare, and stare into those eyes that hid a million untold stories.
What makes you tick? What makes you smile? How many jokes does it take to make you laugh? How far have you driven alone at night when you just want to go away from the world? How many times have you fallen in love? When was the last time you watched the stars and felt like you belong?
She wanted to ask him so many questions, wanted to tell him so many stories. She wondered when was the last time she ever felt such an air of ease being around for who seemed like a complete stranger a mere week ago. Someone who made everything bent line straight. Was there such a thing? Someone who broke down walls with a strong mind despite a once shattered heart. Was it still shattered, though?
As they dined under the transparent-roof-barrier-ed night sky, although there weren't any stars, she decided that this might be one of the best nights of her life. One of the moments where she was genuinely happy.
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