A Date

The crowd cheered and clapped as the actors took one last bow before leaving the stage.

Seona turned and gave me a smile. I squeezed her hand gently and smiled back. It was quite unbelievable that I was in love with a girl who I thought I wouldn't be in love with. And just like all those mawkish love stories I've listened to, I'm the Romeo who speaks to his Juliet with his eyes and smiles.

Yea, truly with that simple gaze, smile and squeeze, countless words were exchanged. I don't think either one of us understood the language we're speaking, but at least our subconscious understood the subliminal messages that were relayed.

We rose, and took slow steps. As I walked her back, we didn't speak a word. Before long, we arrived at her doorstep.

"Thank you for spending time with me," I told her. I kissed her hand.

"Xeo, I like spending time with you. Thank you," Seona replied.

I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was under the moonlight. Damn it, all the soppy songs sung by those lovestruck minstrels, I'm like the men they sing about!

She leaned close and kissed me.

"Good night Xeo," she said as she gently loosed her fingers from mine and went into her house.

I smiled.

First kiss

Dark night.

The small, crescent moon gives forth a gentle glow, spilling dim light onto our faces.


She smiles softly as we finally reach her doorstep.


"Goodnight," I whisper.

I take one step backwards.


"I want to hug you..." she whispers back.


She surges forward and clutches me in her arms.

She holds me so tightly, just like how she holds my hand so tightly when we walk, I think.


She lets go, to look at my face, and then leans forward and our lips touch. Gently, gently she kissed me. I could feel her dry, cracked lips, meeting with my soft lips.


"I love you. Goodnight..."

***

I awaken with a sudden sense of alarm. I find myself in my bedroom.

Dark. Soundless.


Alone.


Damn, I was dreaming.

I closed my eyes again, and slowly I drifted back into sleep with a sense of hope.

A letter to a lover

Dear beloved,

Look into a mirror, any mirror. What do you see?
Long black hair, brown eyes, a nose, pink lips, pimpled cheeks, dark skin, and so on.

But if I were to stand beside you as you look into the mirror, I would tell you what I see.

I see:
Beauty
Strength
Purity
Gentleness
Honesty
Faithfulness
Patience
Wisdom
Hope
Peace
Joy

You mean so much to me, and I thank you so much for always being there for me.


P/S I love you too.

Love at first sight

(Another post on the profound feelings we feel when our hormones simply rage back and forth in our streams of hot, young blood.)

She looked wonderful that night. Her skin was whiter than the snow, and her eyes, bluer than the bluest skies. Her hair was slightly messy; the shoulder-length locks of black hair dangled around her ears and pink cheeks. As black as her hair was her simple yet striking satin dress. Even without any lace or fancy decorations, her appearance took my breath away. Her dainty steps made soft clicking sounds on the smooth, shiny mezzanine floor. It amazed that a person like her could hold up an air of such grace and elegance. I was dumbstruck. Her presence sent me into a world of lonely and shameful despairing. I had been teasing her; I wanted to discourage her from coming to the ball. I insulted her looks; she had looked like a dirty street rat that had no dignity. But she took up the challenge and now she was there before me looking like an angel. An angel whom I have fallen for.

"Xeo," her gentle voice beckoned for me. Her sweet, melodious voice echoed through the dim, narrow hallway.

I could not say anything. I was frozen by her awesome beauty.

"Xeo," she came again.

"Yes?" I answered with a question.

"Do I look alright?" she asked as she swung her frilly skirt ends left and right with a slightly bashful tone.

I cleared my throat. I felt my face growing hot. "You look wonderful tonight."

Our eyes met and something happened. It was special.

It was as if the world was about to collide into the sun, but all you can think about is to look at a a flower, smell the fragrance coming from it, ponder about the fragility of it all and feel happy and contented; just as if there was nothing wrong.

I had to use all that I had in me to restrain myself from pulling her lithe body towards mine, to hold it tight and kiss those lips that were crying out for mine.

"Xeo?" she asked, a little puzzled. "Are you alright?"

I said, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."

"Look, if you're guilty about making fun of me," she began. "Forget it, okay."

There was silence for a few minutes.

"Shall we dance?" I offered.

Her soft face broke into a childish grin. "Yes, let's!"




note:
By the way people, I don't believe in love at first sight; THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. Like, perhaps. But not love.