Midnight Phantasm

PERFECT

We usually spend our Saturdays cycling around our neighborhood, or a nearby park, or if one of us wanted to go far, we would end up hopping on the train to Wales just so we can bike around on one of their famous biking trails.

We were supposed to go to Dorset today because I remember telling you that the Dorset Coast appeared on one of the scenes from Spiderman: Far From Home and I really wanted to see it myself, plus it has the smoothest trail with a beautiful view of the sea. However, you had a change of mind at breakfast this morning.

"I need to get something at Camden," you reason out when I asked you why. I raised my eyebrow whilst looking at you because I found your answer weird. Camden and the rest of the crowded places in London are really not your type, as well as for me. "Really, babe. It's something important."

"What's that important thing that you'll go cancelling our trip just so you can get it?" I asked before I took the first sip of my coffee. "Tesco is just a few blocks away."

"We cannot find it in any Tesco store," you replied while rolling your eyes. I chuckled for a moment. I still find it cute how we are constantly adapting each other's mannerisms, like how you just rolled your eyes at me as a signal that you don't want to take this conversation any further.

"Okay, okay." I get it, babe. If you don't want to go cycling today then that's fine with me. It really doesn't matter how we spend our weekends as long as I'm with you.

We both had a tough ride to get here, in all honesty. We were so close to giving up, had our fair share of push-and-pulls, finding all means just to let go... but now, look at us. We ended up being together. I still can't actually believe that I'm spending the rest of my life with you. You are my greatest answered prayer, all in God's perfect time. That's why every moment spent with you is precious to me and will always be.

We rode the 9:30AM bus from the nearest station to Camden Market. Wrapped in your arms, I placed my head against your shoulder as I savor this peaceful 30-minute bus ride with you. "I'm sleepy," I say. "And cold."

"You are always cold," you laughed a little and tightened your arms around me. I snuggled a little closer and felt the warmth of your embrace after making my heart shiver in a short moment.

The rest of the ride was quiet except when I asked you again what do you need to get at the market. "You'll see," was all I got and I didn't bother to ask you anymore.

We got off the bus at exactly 10 o'clock. Draped in a combination of leather and fur, we braced our way along with the faint winter breeze in the streets of London.

It's not too crowded today, fortunately. I can see families and friends getting their breakfast at the first aisle of coffee shops at the entrance to the market. Some people are on their way out carrying loads of paper bags filled with different kinds of goods. Some are just, well, enjoying the ambiance brought by the busy chatter and laughter from the people everywhere. A fascinating view of togetherness filled my eyes despite people doing their own thing. It's kinda nice to go out for once in a while, don't you think? It's great to see other people taking in pleasures of life in a different perspective.

I was brought back to my senses when I felt your hand held mine. I looked at you and caught you staring at me, "A penny for your thoughts, babe?" I smiled and let out a shy giggle. I remember you know me so well that it wouldn't even take a snap of a finger for you to realize I'm deep in my thoughts.

"It's nothing," I answered. "I just like your idea of going out today." You kissed my forehead after I told you everything I had in mind a while ago.

"I know," was all you could reply. Such a mind reader.

We continued to walk our way inside the market, hand in hand, never letting go. I was about to ask you what you needed so that we can look for a specific shop that has it, when I suddenly heard a number of people singing acapella to a certain song.