Carved in my mind, numbed by the echoing of the old dripping of the faucet in my bathtub; the dripping make an echo in the washroom, it seemed to be saying 'love', the way he used to call me.
His voice, transported me to the day I saw him, busy talking on the phone, inadvertently and concentrated on his phone call, how articulate he is.
Looking at my photo album found a recent photo of him, talking and lively joking on the phone. His smile brightened as usual, as his eyes reflected how much he enjoyed the moment. A lively enjoyable conversation, as he referred to, absolutely brilliant…. Never redundant on his words, he knew what he was talking about.
I just wondered, myself looking from the other side of the table; when I just took my phone out and shoot a photo of that valuable moment.
'I wondered; I wished, I was the reason of his smile, that moment. Perhaps he was talking about a gesture, did I play stupid in front of him?
I wanted to know
The more often he smiled, the more a taste of jealousy invaded me.
Or
Was it the way I perceived the way he enjoyed the phone call?
We knew each other from almost a year, where as many others did, through a brief texting. We continued chatting whenever we could find a time to chat about. So often that turned into a habit…. A necessity…. A vice. Soon found ourselves resentful of our doings.
Not healthy for a couple that never found ourselves on that case scenario.
Never say never' I thought
Myself, fell in the trap too.
Himself, being famous, it was easy for him to say it. Used to socializing with lots of people, his socializing was his routine. Myself, although I understood his explanation, it only fed my sense of loss. My love was being manipulated and dragged away from me.
I felt my love was being taken away without notice, disguised by his popularity without pity, no mercy.
The sunshine was not bright up the sky, instead darkness slowly covering the brightness his smile brought in me.
Love, where are thou?
Echoed in my head, no more confidence instead. His constant travelling made it worst.
-I'm coming to you!
He said over the phone
Shivers went up and down my spine, the thought of having him in my arms again took away my hearts pain. Goosebumps arose on my skin. My passion fed by my desire arose once again. I was craving him. I needed to feel his hands all over me.
Himself whispering in my ear how much he loved me. How much he desired me.
The need of becoming one, and for all, be forever one!
Spring bunnies.
I often fantasized flirting with him, in many case scenarios, a special strong bond started to grow. Soon after we got into the habit of sexting, not minding at all. He became my muse. I became his joy. An special beautiful bond that grew stronger with time, sublime, it was not a crime.
Perhaps the planets decided to be aligned, was that a sign?
Still, up to now, that haunts my thoughts
I adore him, love him, cherish him.
My heart knows this and S the man I love, the man that makes my days, completely. Yes, the sun is shining up in the sky for us, illuminating and pointing to us the correct way to walk the right path together, forever….
I wondered of his thoughts at the moment, I mean the moment the camera captured this moment; was he aware of what it was going through his mind, it could've been anything, minding nothing perhaps, a mishap….
All I know is that I love him
All I know is that I love his smile
All I know is that I love his eyes
All I know is that I love his ways
All I know is that I love his optimism
All of our stories and games inspired by them are written and recorded through the chapters of this novel. A love affair that relives our affair
Perhaps his smile is because of those stories that came to his mind,
Huh?
I'll love to think that
Perhaps he does not know it
But my stories reflect that….
Look around, love
It's hidden in plain sight….
Just look….