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He was walking out of the train door when he came to a stop.
She was trying to make her way through the swarm of people at that time.
There was something about her.
Her hair, her style, her built—all is familiar to him.
She shook her head when she dropped her tote.
He should help but no, he won’t.
He was too scared, too damn scared.
She was too beautiful, too far away.
An old man helped her and then she smiled.
Oh that smile—Alas! He recalls her.
“Thy fingers were but mere perfection
How thou flip thy hair brings about madness
When thou speak my knees turn liquid
Every glimpse of thy smile takes my breath away”
He went to work distracted that day.
He was completely out of his norm as his thoughts journeyed every now and then.
He didn’t eat lunch for he forgot.
In front of his screen, he googled her name.
Oh, what a fool she’s made of him.
Now he craves for the sight of her.
“You’re still my idea of a perfect girl.
I wonder how you’ve been.
Would you still remember me?
Some guy you knew back then.”
He was on that train again.
Restless—he was turning his head every now and then.
Ouch!
It was a girl.
Out of his agitation he had hit someone.
He quickly turned around and when he was about to utter a word, his eyes widened.
She was there.
That was her.
Oh my, I think I know you.
Then she smiled—yes, that smile.
He was stunned, completely.
Standing there, he tried to go over his memories of her.
No, not a word he can say.
How are you?
You look great.
Now he’s back on track.
After that he finally said something back.
She seemed thrilled to see him again.
This brought him back to wonderland—where he spent most of that day.
Now the train reached the last station.
He asked her if she wants to eat dinner.
Then she smiled.
If her smile could kill, he’d be crushed by now.
They ate dinner at a fast-food chain.
No fancy restaurants yet, besides it’s getting late.
He clearly remembered how much she loved those fries then.
As expected, she bought those fries again.
At that moment, he smiled.
You still have that smile I like.
That statement made his heart pound lightning fast.
She giggled after saying that.
That giggle blew fireworks in his eyes.
Ah, she’s in his life again.
He thought, as an old song goes “maybe now they can be more than just friends”.
Now the time has come to bid goodbye.
He watched as she walked towards her porch.
Suddenly she stood still then turned around.
He was panicking inside. Now what?
Can I see you again?
That question turned his knees from jelly to fumes.
If he could faint, he would.
Dinner perhaps? Next time, it’ll be my treat.
No, don’t flash that smile once more or else he’ll die.
But to no avail, she smiled anyway.
“Maybe all my dreams are finally turning real.
Thou look so much within my grasp now.
` The view of thy smile brings me to life.
Thou makes me happy, makes me feel drugged.”
She started walking towards him.
She brushed her lips on his.
Then let out another giggle.
Her giggles sound so sweet yet not naïve.
I lost count of how many times he almost died while with her.
Since then, they would always go out.
Ate dinner, danced and got drunk together.
I’ve always liked you.
She was wasted but she wasn’t lying, I suppose.
He felt the same, no; he felt more than just that.
No words would be enough to explain how intense his feelings were.
No verses could ever articulate how pristine his intentions were.
She kissed him.
He kissed her back.
She wasn’t going to lose this game; she kissed him even more passionately.
“Tingling sensations flush all throughout of me
Impulses shoot from nowhere to nowhere
Psychotic images flash from blink to blink
Hormones fluctuate from here to there”
They met.
Then it was all over.
“The fever has passed as we’re both in sweats
When spasms are overcome and dealt with
Muscles relaxed and desires satisfied
Slumber as you enter into the warmth of my sheets”
There they were.
On his bed, in his heart—there she is; there she’ll always be.
I’m finally his.
He’s finally mine.
