Mixed

The meeting finished early. Thought of going straight home when suddenly an Indian guy asked me for 1 ringgit change. Yes, i did him the favour then rushed to the main entrance and got out as quickly as possible, hoping that the guy will understood i was not fond of further conversation.

I was about to run to my car parked next to the building when i noticed his existence. He looked as gorgeous as always. Surprised, shocked. I stood still. He looked at me in a furious way. I smiled nervously, i could see his hesitation and affection. Probably he wanted some response. I closed my eyes for a few second, hoping that it was just my imagination. Still, he was there.

Would he know that i have been dying to touch his perfections with my bare hands from the first time i know him? I would certainly love to feel him, to really feel him.

He stepped closer to me. He stood at full height in front of me and slowly outlined my face. It was really cold outside but i could felt nothing than his touch. I smiled and closed my eyes firmly. I wanted so much to compliment, yet i would not know what to say. He was very relaxed, trapping me between the wall. An intense moment filled the thin space between us. I was wishing for polite words to justify my happiness. But none, not a single vocab made it to the rescue. I felt strange yet mounted with fear and excitement.

I drew myself closer to him, to finally feel his presence. He make his response more than i had imagined. Me and him. It was a moment of joy moving and caresing at every inch of my body. And when everything has been done, he is still that same beautiful being i fell in love with, and with that, i shall keep this in my mind.

So, there i was, next to my car, laughing intensely and soaking wet in the rain. I should do it more often, like i used to do in my toddler's years. Such delight i could never imagine vanishing. Have you ever imagine how many times we met the same raindrop? and how long it takes untill we meet him back? Mr. Rain and me.

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As the word no longer speaks
and the voice has mute
let our joy be doubled
let our sorrow and fear be shared
for even in the end
we are two different persons
of two different endings.

Happy Birthday.
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Lost

Veered
too far off the path
no definite idea
not worth saying
not even know if someone is listening
millions of someone
here and away
those melancholic melodies
have never stop singing
from afar.

Hurt, misunderstood, manipulated
too vulnarable, too raw, too exposed.

Indeed
i remember the sweet smell
the pleasant smile
and the beautiful eyes
alive and serene
perhaps
it is best for me
to keep that in mind.

Always.

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