🎼 Where's my love - SYML
The sun rises from the west. His beautiful eyes are staring at me. Under the sun and above the water his dimples are shown and the promise is spoken, "I'll take you there," he says. Our eyes lock on each other, as our faces are so close that we can feel each other's breath. He is lowering his face to listen to my low voice. Above the surfing board, we are enjoying our time. His vein on the opisthenar protects the board I am on, as the wave is coming closer. This is the most comfortable summer in my life. I have forgotten my hatred of summer for he is the gift from summer itself.
His voice cools down the atmosphere, his story is a lush tree which is the best spot in the summer. He asks my childhood story while I ask about his past. It has been four months since we have known each other's existence, yet the first hour of our conversation and I succeeded to bring his dimple to the surface while he managed to wake all my butterflies up.
The tangible tales are accompanying the lumbering steps. It might not be the best moment in my life yet I wish I can stop the clicking time just to enjoy this temporary heaven. He enjoys summer more than any other season, therefore I tell him and convince myself that we like the same season. I like him so I like summer.
"I play volley from time to time," answers him as we sit on the smooth sand. Sitting on the seashore, we are drying our bodies. We need nothing to decorate the boring beach because our focus is on each other. "Well, I can teach you then," whilst the word gets the entrance from my mouth, the breeze blow harder. He can not hear me. He moves closer automatically and once again under the never-changing sky, his sculptural face stays two inches from mine. "I can teach you how to have fun," repeat me.
Seems like to understand how to interfere the best moment in life, the rest of our friends are coming. They just finished other water sports at the other part of the beach. Exceptionally, neither I nor he has the interest to play the water sport. That is how we end up watching this sunset together.
"What are you guys doin'? Care to stroll the marketplace?" both of us standing up, he is walking with the men while I am having a chat with my friend, "It felt like I lost my head!" she says enthusiastically. "I wish I can lose it for the second time, but the time is not on our side. What about you?"
"I learnt how to surf, the board was so much heavy than I ever imagined!"
"I told you, it's not an easy thing," she has learned how to surf before.
"But, it's nice to watch the sunset," with him, I keep that word to myself.
We are searching for a place where we can eat while listening to the buskers. I am not keeping myself chatting with her and somehow end up walking in silence. I do not expect someone to start the conversation with me since the temperature has been suffocated enough for me yet anywise he finds the way to walk alongside me. "What do you want to eat?" his deep voice breaks the high climate and pours the cool breeze on me. "I prefer to drink than eat," I chuckle for watermelon juice's stall comes to our sight. "How about that?" he recommends and I nod right away. While we are queuing, the rest of them voyaging toward the grassland that is seen from here.
"It's too hot, isn't it?" I take the juice and put it right away to my cheeks.
"Your cheeks are burning," giggles him, then he puts his juice on the back of my neck. "It's supposed to be like this," I am not planning to give the credit for the juice. The credits are owned by him only as my butterflies in my stomach are going crazy.
"I thought you are the quiet type," we are walking to the plain.
"How long have you observed me?" again his dimple is shown.
"Since the day you've joined us. You've never talked at least needed."
"I don't think you are a good observer."
"You are the chatty quiet type then," I joke .
The step is stopped, we are sitting on the grass, but not the chat. The singer is busking.
"Only for the one I need," his cheeks revealing a pit, "Seems like you are the worse good observer."
"Tell me what I've missed," challenge me.
"My gaze for you from time to time," my heart beating faster, I am trying to not have his statement misinterpreted.
"Why would you look at me?" I am slurping my juice with all my might.
"Cause I need you," the time has stopped.
My ears can not believe what I have just heard. He pours all of his concentration to me. But how can the reality happen to be this beautiful? How can?
For a split second the wind blows really hard. It slaps me right to my face. I have my eyes close but in the darkness, I detect the pierce of light. I open my eyes slightly and receive the enormous brightness of the sun. I am looking up and find a parasol above me. He is right there before me, under the sun and above the water his dimples are shown and the promise is spoken to her.
#The End#
