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by -irwindipity

by -irwindipity

I wonder if she still think that I'm still right here, literally, beside her, while thinking thoughts that I couldn't read. I was always on her side but this time we both knew that it was wrong and no one's willing to make amends.

I've tried though and was ignored.

Small arguments lead to bigger complications. I hope she knew that I want this to be settled before the morning comes. We've come this far to give this relationship up. To tear it apart.

Staring at her being tonight, in this porch of ours, under the starry sky and full moon above. Sitting an Indian sit across from her while her back was facing me (she was watching the kids to build a small camp fire). Just when she looked behind, to me, I saw my whole life in front of me.

She stared at me for a long moment, like she was examining every inch of me.

"Say my name. It keeps me sane." she said and ran into my arms and cried.

I whispered, "Sarah," When reality sets in place, the world will show you how hard life is and how great it is. I hugged her tighter, pushed her head with my lips pressed to it and drowned my face to her neck. God, I've missed her. This was something more than love, more than faith and more than deadly conversations that lead to complications. This was something more than sunrise and sunsets, more than flowers and chocolates.

This was more than the connection of music and I.

"Sorry." I said, my hug got tighter. She was playing my hair now. Slowly stroking it with her hands. I pulled her out from me. Her stained cheeks made her even more beautiful.

I remember what it was like to meet thousands of people everyday. New people, new cultures, new foods, everything was new. When I met her, she was just another 'someone new' . Another someone, another lovely fan. And far from this- none of this- that I would find myself asking her these four words.

S A R A H

He bend his knees down, fished something in his pocket. He held my left hand. I think I knew where this was going.