It started with me dropping into her house, went to the door and knocked on it, while waiting for someone to answer I started to fidget in place, trying to see if someone will open up or not, she opened the door, as always she looked so beautiful, wearing a grey T-shirt and shorts, she greeted me with a hug.
"Come on in"
Stepping in the house I couldn't help but look at her, with the beautiful smile and the bright face, she led me into her room
"Hi" She said
I couldn't help but laugh over that, no matter how close we were the start was always awkward.
"Hi" I said back with an ironic smile
She's always been a cheerful person, the sight of her face never failed to bring a smile onto mine, from there we started with idle chit-chat and reminiscing over the old days, who would've thought that us of all people would form a connection that deep, that without even knowing it the time already flew by and with the stories exchanged and the laughs shared the clocked started ticking and time became midnight.
"would you like some water" She asked.
As I said yes we moved unto the kitchen and I used the opportunity to look over the house, a well lived place that I could immediately tell was a home, from the small library in the corner with the worn books, to the love seat right next to it that I could tell she spent hours reading in, as we moved by I felt comforted by the weight of her hand in mine, such a preciouses thing, soft and comfortable, safe and warm, it felt so natural to hold hands.
Despite the late hour her mother was inside the kitchen, upon seeing her I immediately was filled with dread, her family was old fashioned as far as I knew, having a guy holding hands with their only daughter in her house at that late of a time was something of a horror story for such a family.
"Mom, would you pass a glass of water to my friend" she said it so casually,, somehow knowing that it was no issue
"child, do you not see the time, did you only now remember to give water, I thought I taught you better oh child of mine" Her mother said humorously.
While Sala was giving me the water she said to her mother "Oh, mom, I just couldn't help but lose track of time, can my friend spend the night here?" she asked while laughing that beautiful laugh of hers.
I tried to sick into the floor when she said that, as I thought that there would be no chance in hell I would be leaving the house without a shoe flying into the direction of my head at the very least.
Yet despite my apprehension I found my self In a comfortable pair of Pjs and laying the mattress into the floor while Sala was helping me along, for some reason she decided to forgo her comfortable bed and join me unto the floor while her mother had already went to bed.
I could not help but reflect over how kind her mother was, despite how it was the first time that i have met her, she had welcomed me with a bright smile and open arms into her house, and I can only think 'Like mother like daughter'.
While taking off my clothes, I was wearing my usual work clothes, my checkered shirt with my black sweater on top of it and a jacket over, for some reason (Might be my nervousness) I took them all off at the same time where I goofily got stuck, so I sheepishly asked Sala for help, with my eyes blind and stuck inside, I was ready to die, here I was, at the place of the girl I liked, already making a moron of myself.
Yet all I heard was that beautiful laugh followed by those soft hands helping me struggle against the fabric of the clothes.
"Stop moving for a second" she said while laughing at my antics
I froze and somehow she did bring the light back to me and i could see her smiling face in front of me again, the only thing passing by my mind at that moment was how beautiful that face was, and if I had died at that moment I would die a happy man.
Knowing all of that I decided to abandon caution to the wind, looking deep into her eyes, with the flecks in them it was hypnotizing, I found myself moving forward and bridging the gap between us, I don't know how, but my hands moved without my control to hold her cheeks, and while she froze with that deer in the headlight look on her face, I moved forward and closed the distance between us.
It was indescribable, that feeling, for the first time in my life I felt complete, feeling the softness of her lips upon mine, all I could describe it as was Perfect, with that beautiful taste as she got over her shock and kissed me in return, it was the best night of my life, even though barely lasted for few seconds, the memory of that night will never abandon me, and the sight of her smiling face will forever adorn my nights.
Love is not a story, it is not a word to be written on paper, and neither is it a day to be celebrated, Love is that feeling where the entire world fades away, where few seconds stretch into a lifetime and no worry exists anymore.
We live every day always having that gap inside us, that hole that we plug with meaningless platitudes and distractions, yet one day will come upon all of us who are lucky to find that second half, where that hole is filled and our soul that was broken apart is complete, the feeling at that very moment, is called LOVE
