Story Nine.

It was all other days after 55 + 55.

Roads went to healing

and leading

and heading

to each calling.

Second to believe of it while we were at the frontline bloodbath,

And still are.

Also second after the above all reasons of the dedication in service

was you.

"You became my light"

(Although we know we never really were but only just the moons of the Son)

my love

is the passion

and also

the road

and you

Are the road-

block.

To the detour

To the reroute

Of an 11pm to 1am ride away.

"Do you want to run away?"

Are you sure?

It's a fieldtrip,

Of a few little meters pathwalk,

Kilometers drive off,

Uphill cliff rough,

To solo us.

Gazes

Unrecognized garden,

growing

when out of season(?).

Playfully & willfully--

Fate-made moments.

"Oh the little things"

"I just want to be there

Seeing you shine

Carrying your load

Learning out from you."

Table.

The creases of wide smiles

and unsolicited stories

of long ago.

"Why am I sharing this to you?"

"Anyway, what do you usually eat?"

"Wow you eat a lot"

*cough break*

"Do you know this song?"

Of course I do

It's all I've been playing since you came.

I laughed at the back of my mind, how can the interplay of events cue a music I've been contemplating in my own room alone

Now loudspoken

In a cafe

Of we are in.

So cold (of you)

of a road back that was.

Borrowed travel gas.

Lol.

The audacity of the silence

and I know you know that we know

I slapped my other hand to almost holding your shoulders

No. Not just yet.

Grip away.

Stories.

"How is you?"

"Look up."

"I'm not even shocked."

*laughs*

"You're not so much of a mystery now

But I still want to know more"

"Lels."

"Good night."