..the bench..

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding heart, an excitement of a living soul confession, wanting to be with me, wanting to love and be love by me. I don’t know what it is that would got him having these crush on me, but I am glad, that he did. I couldn’t stop smiling.
Once upon a time
Before I took up smiling, I hated the moonlight
Shadows of the night
That poets find beguiling, seemed flat as the noonlight
With no one to stay up for, I went to sleep at ten
Life was a bitter cup for, the saddest of all men
Not long ago, going to bed alone is something I’m used to. I no longer dream to have someone who would want to spend his time with me. I know where my ground. I don’t even want to be in my current situation, so it is only fair if it turn to be no one wanting to be with me. When life happened, there is no way you can stop or run from it. The path that is being lay ahead of me, it is alone, dry and broken. At least, that is what I thought it would be.
Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own
Blue moon
You know just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for, someone I really could care for
Having a person who would want to spend his day and night with me is just a dream, you know how dreams are, the moment you open your eyes in the morning, you know it is just an image that once you open your eyes, it is shattered and slowly leaving you and your mind. You might remember it for a while, but you will be reminded, that it is just a dream.
And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked the moon had turned to gold
I lay on my side, looking at him asleep next to me, in his deep sleep, his hand still hold mine. With what he is saying to me last night, must have had took a lot of courage and energy out of him. I don’t understand what he see in me, but I am glad that he did. He have no idea how happy he make me. At this very moment, him holding my hand in his sleep while I lay next to him, my brain still did not believe that it is actually happen, that I am having a lover.
Blue moon
Now I’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
I put my hand around him, I move my body closer to him. My heart beat louder than ever, I rest my head in a pillow right next to his, an inch apart from him. He sleep peacefully, I can hear his breathing quietly. I land a kiss on his cheek. I am grateful. I am in love. I am happy.
Now I have a love of my own
He open his eyes, probably because of me moving closer before that cause the bed shake that wake him up, or because of the kiss I just land on his cheek.
..Good morning You..” I greet him softly. He look at me and smile.
..Good morning..” He turn facing me, our body touch each other. He put his hand around me as I put mine around him. Our face are just an inch apart. We kiss. It was soft and tender. It was a morning of a guy wish he could have for.
The dry land I thought I will be having for uncertain time. It turn to be a green grass surround me. It is a no longer wish or dream, my feet are stepping on it.
The bench I thought it would be empty, now he sit right next to me. Holding my hand.

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