Time isn't inside the clock, but Love, sometimes is inside our bodies

I was hopelessly in love. But I knew it wasn't mere childish infatuation or just loving out of a brief moment of vanity. I had a firm stand about how she'd be the only girlface I'd change and give up everything for. It was just one glance 6 years ago. She came; I didn't know what I'd be in for. She left; I don't know what else she's gotten me into.

We took seperate paths 3 years ago. Today, when she opened her wardrobe, I saw a myriad of colored cloths of none that I'm familiar with. And standing on the table, a bottle of neon yellow CK One Electric scent, and a Gucci bag strewn on the floor. Her hair of a different cut and color. But we were great and there was this chemistry both of us still share together today as an individual when our skin touched and what felt like a dash of surrealism when I looked into her eyes. No, I refused penetrating into her eyes like laserbeam for fear of encountering the huge devoid of love ecstacy which she used to put me through with. Today I sat and questioned silently in inebriated wonder, " Do I have some or do I have none. " And so I sat at a corner, stealing occasional glances of her as she stood there, at the oddest position chewing on fishball. I glanced with much adoration.

She laid face-down on my stomach like a whiny child. I felt like a small girl , in one of those silly romantic daydreams, in which'd dream of her Prince Charming, as I ruffled her hair. And there lying so closely on me, I had the girl of my dreams. There was a whiff of a fine blend of both love and bliss in the atmosphere of my world and thereupon, the word 'Paradise' became an understatement. All we had moments ago may have lasted for a short while, but the moment of happiness that filled me would stay with me for long after, like it had always been. And, till I see her again, probably months later.

And the second closest to sweetness she did and said today ; " Quick, quick ! Smell my feet ! ", and she gently had her feet on the bridge of my nose. " Can you stop bullying me or not ? ", I retorted. But you have not a clue how much I was smiling deep within.