It is the most clichéd, pleasant evening of the year. The time and place so perfect, just before sunset. The clouds washed with bright orange and the breeze flowing at just about the right speed, caressing me gently. I can feel the chills setting in. The thing is I don't know if it's because of the rainy wind or your cheeky presence.
As we walk down through the familiar path, I glance sideways to take a look at you. Mind you, you fascinate me each and every single time. You knock me out, breathless. I am utterly exhausted, just by gazing at your hair billowing to the rhythm of the wind. Interestingly, my heart picks up the same rhythm too.
I feel light-hearted and hollow at the same time. I don't know what's going on with my soul. Each time I look at you, I feel this urge to take you into my arms and never leave you, for you are so fragile enough to be broken easily. I feel this instinct to protect and nurture you.
Just like every other time, I am attracted to you, defying the laws of Physics. We are like poles and you sure don't act like one. I gently brush my fingers with your's and instantly feel this adrenaline rush of an exhilarating moment. I feel elated and this rush feels like a drug to me. I am intoxicated and pursue further.
I try to fill your spaces with my fingers and surprisingly they fit with perfection. Like they're made as pairs. As I hold onto you, I look into your eyes and feel my Life has reached is zenith. I feel complete and happy-go-lucky. Everything about the scenario just seems too perfect to be good, right? No, it's not.
You can't feel the same, I do for you. You just can't fathom the depth of my raging emotions inside me as you even breathe. It is hard to fall in love. Much more difficult to understand one. Love is omnipresent. It comes in different forms, except the one you really want.
Love is not just about feeling the love we have for someone else, over ourselves. It is the understanding of two souls to strive to live and survive as one. To catch and compromise with each other at each roundabout of Life.
The evening walk is gravely coming to an end. Our hands are now intertwined, but without strength. Our eyes are now happy, but without Life. Our hearts are now hurt, but without remorse. As I bid you goodbye, the evening sun glints the teardrop of your cheek. The teardrop that signifies the last of our walk.
As I turn around, I will myself from looking back. I know I won't be able to turn back again. Then, I continue my walk with pocketed hands, just so I can feel the warmth of myself instead of my cold environment.