May 2019
he couldn’t sleep at night. if he could count the times that he twisted and turned his body to get a comfortable position, he would be more frustrated and he is afraid he will be awake for the rest of the quiet times. so he grabbed the pillow next to him and embraced it as if his life depended on it.
however, the soft pillow that caresses his cheeks smells like his favorite perfume. it smelt like the aroma of roses that almost had the faint scent of the sea and serenity.
it was not his.
it was hers.
her head laid against the pillow the other night and the remains of it crawled through his head. the first thing that lingered on his mind was her hair. he remembers the day when her soft locks intertwined with his fingers as he eagerly try to do a simple braid. it was relaxing for you that it put her thoughts into ease after a long day from university.
the next one was her eyes. it was a drunken night when she told him that eye contacts are very important when he is talking with his date. so after a few denials, little arguments and small talks, she dared him to look at her straight in the eyes for a whole minute.
and he got lost in tracks as he stared at the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen in his whole entire life. he wanted his face to lean in further to capture those lips,
oh, her lips.
those lips that he finds the most endearing among her being. plump, soft, sometimes it curls into a pout. he thought how lovely it is to kiss your lips every day with such affection and delight.
thinking of her sweet features became enough for him to drive himself away from the reality where the idea of them exists. maybe one day he will be courageous enough to spill his feelings and wrap her around his arms at night just like the pillow he is hugging right now.
his eyes wandered for the last time. he looked for his phone to turn it off but he noticed that the time written on his screen was 11:11.
and so he wished he wouldn’t be the only one dreaming of his desire to hold her for the rest of his life anymore.
however, the soft pillow that caresses his cheeks smells like his favorite perfume. it smelt like the aroma of roses that almost had the faint scent of the sea and serenity.
it was not his.
it was hers.
her head laid against the pillow the other night and the remains of it crawled through his head. the first thing that lingered on his mind was her hair. he remembers the day when her soft locks intertwined with his fingers as he eagerly try to do a simple braid. it was relaxing for you that it put her thoughts into ease after a long day from university.
the next one was her eyes. it was a drunken night when she told him that eye contacts are very important when he is talking with his date. so after a few denials, little arguments and small talks, she dared him to look at her straight in the eyes for a whole minute.
and he got lost in tracks as he stared at the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen in his whole entire life. he wanted his face to lean in further to capture those lips,
oh, her lips.
those lips that he finds the most endearing among her being. plump, soft, sometimes it curls into a pout. he thought how lovely it is to kiss your lips every day with such affection and delight.
thinking of her sweet features became enough for him to drive himself away from the reality where the idea of them exists. maybe one day he will be courageous enough to spill his feelings and wrap her around his arms at night just like the pillow he is hugging right now.
his eyes wandered for the last time. he looked for his phone to turn it off but he noticed that the time written on his screen was 11:11.
and so he wished he wouldn’t be the only one dreaming of his desire to hold her for the rest of his life anymore.
