William Shakespeare: Sonnet 18

Chapter 10

Chapter 10. Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

'Chris.'

Chris' phone shook, reminding its owner a new message.

'What's wrong Tom?' Chris typed, ignored his messed heartbeat.

'I think you still owe me a drink, so maybe we can have a drink sometime? I think it's time for us to declare something.' He replied me, and honestly, I dropped my phone.

'Chris?' Emma Picked up my phone for me, stood in front of me crossing her hands. 'Rebecca is looking for your demonstration. Are you alright?'

'Yeah, yeah.' I got my phone and thanked her, before walking to a student of mine.

'If Tom wants to talk with you, just go ahead.' Emma smiled at my understandingly, smiled. 'He is gentle to all people he loves.'

So, with the help of Emma, I went to teach my student with a blushing, hot face and a silly smile.
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I sat in the exact same spot where I read the book that lead me to Chris.

I was so nervous, that I tear the paper cloth on the desk without noticing.
'Tom? Why are you torturing the paper?' A warm voice said behind me, scaring me and tore the paper harder.

'Chris!' My face reddened and I exclaimed accidentally. 'You, you are here!'

Stupid reply!!! I can't even think properly in front of him!!!

He wore a suit to meet me! A suit!!! And I just wore my normal outfit.

He wore a blue suit that matched his eyes; his strong torso was visible under those tight clothes, making me drool over him.

One day I will die because of this man, I knew.

But, us with these different dress code is too out standing!!!

I held his warm hand, and pulled him out of the café.

'Tom?' Chris asked me confusingly. 'Where are we going?'
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Tom brought me to his apartment.

But I didn't remember how I reach there. I only felt and saw Tom's hand holding mine, his cool temperature linking with my hotter body temperature.

I saw his adorable rosy face while running through streets, and I seem to see different Tom at different ages:

The time we get married, he wore a white suit and smiled brightly, promising to be my angel for a lifetime;

The time we get our first child, holding the little life in his warm hand, promising to give them life life with joy and brightness;

The time our kid's first day at school, we holding our children hand by hand, going to school in laughter, and Tom kissing me on the cheek with love spilling from his beautiful eyes;

The time we are old, sitting on the bench in front of our house in the countryside, holding hands, his face with wrinkles but with a soft smile, enjoying the comfortable silence with me;

And when we goes to heaven, he wore a shinning white gown, feathered wings pulling him to the golden kingdom, his hands pilling me with him, his face shinning with happiness.

At this moment, I knew what it meant by love; the person that is willing to be with you without any pay back, a person that is willing to be with you even in the depth of darkness, the person that is willing to sacrifice his time, his youth to be with you, forever and after.

At this moment, I knew that he is the love of my life, every life I've ever had.
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I pulled Chris through streets and buildings, than when I looked back at him, I seemed to see him at different ages:

The time that he proposed to me, promising to give me a lifetime of happiness and hope;

The time he comfort me when I am sad and broken, wiping and kissing my tears away, apologizing for cannot supporting the weight with me at the first second possible;

The time he pulls me from a high cliff, his hand holding mine tight and hard, his shinning eyes spilling tears that dropped onto my face, so hot and painful, like cutting me on my heart, but still trying to smile at me and tell me he would save me;

The time when we are flying to the heaven, my wings were tired and I was about to fall, he would wrap me in his arms and hug me, telling me that if I would bring him to heaven, he would fall to the hell with me if I am to.

At this moment, I knew what it meant be love: when a person that would save you even you were not worth it, a person that would comfort you when you've never done that before to them, a person that was willing to die, to pain, to cry, to smile, just for you.

At this moment, I knew that an angel cant fly on their own; they need their love to carry them, to be with them, or the heaven is no heaven to them.

The time seemed to slow when we stopped in the middle of the street, we knew that one day we would both be old and would die, leaving from this world, but there's only one request, so simple yet so hard: be together even we are dead, or blood together, cannot be separated.

We kissed, in the middle of the street, sweet and slow; a professor and a coach in the gym, a helper in the library, they cannot be any normal; but they found each other, and they made each other shine like diamonds.

The moon cannot shine bright without the sun; and the sun cannot be meaningful without the moon.