Wow, over 1K views! Thanks, guys! So here's the big romantic scene I've been working on. I recommend to hear You and I by Ingrid Michaelson while reading this part. That's the one I played on repeat when I wrote this anyway. So, enjoy!
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Tonight is my last night in London. It has been more than two weeks and I can't find any more reason to prolonged my stay here. As much hard as it is, it's time to go back to home. Although the term of home is like missing of a point somehow without someone to go home to. I don't miss my apartment in New York, neither my old life there beside my best friend Amy. Few times I even considered to move here, just to be close to Cara. It feels right but I know it's ridiculous to throw my whole life away in New York for some weeks old relationship. She really tests my rational thinking, making me battle against my brain. She's more than enough reason to leave it all behind. Finding her smiling in front of me everyday, it feels like finally understand the answer behind the restlessness I've been feeling my whole life. She fits me. She makes me feel whole. And I'm not ready to give that up yet, even just temporarily.
"So what do you want to do tonight?" Cara asks while we're having lunch together. Since it's my last day in London, we've barely spent a minutes away from each other. She's smiling at me, but I still can see a hint of sadness in it, the way it doesn't light up her eyes like it used to.
You. I smirk devilishly at that thought, but not brave enough to say it out loud. She cocks her eyebrow questioningly at me. I just shake my head dismissively. "I want to see London," I finally say. "From up there." I point at the magnificent structure of London Eye.
"Really? I've never thought of you as the tourist type." She teases my tendency to avoid tourist hot spots the whole time I'm in London. I do hate crowded places and prefer to enjoy the abundant architectural beauties of London. "And I can't believe that you've never been on London's Eye."
"Of course I've been there a couple of times." I smile gently at her. "But not with you."
"But the views would be the same still, you know?"
"Oh, sweetheart," I tuck a strand of hair behind her ears and brush her rosy cheek. "Nothing would ever be the same when I'm with you."
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It's true. I have seen the vast view of London, at night as well at the bright of day, from London's Eye for more than five times. Couple of times for entertaining business partners and some more for pleasure only. The view only is magnificent enough to leave you in awe. I can truly enjoy one of the architectural gems of London, St. Mary Axe, from up there. I can pinpoint the buildings I've built and the ones I have visions on. But I know the beauty of it would multiplies thousands times with Cara by my side. It's amazing how she changes everything, makes it a whole damn lot better with her. From the simple things like waking up in the morning and watching the reruns of How I Met Your Mother. The way she glances at me while smiling when her favorite part of the show is on always makes my heart beats a little faster. Or how she always steals bacon out of my plate when we are having breakfast together. And how sexy she is when she puts it in her mouth while winking at me in triumph. I always act like I mind when the truth is I don't. She can take whatever she wants from me. It hers anyway.
So when we are looking at the skylight of London, with thousands of lights twinkling from afar, I only have my eyes on her. She's only dressed in simple white T-shirt and oversized hoodie, but I've never seen anything more beautiful than she is. I'm holding her from behind, wrapping my arms around her flat stomach, resting my head on her shoulder. The wonderful scent of her hair is overwhelming my senses, making me hard to concentrate on anything else than her. I can see from our reflection on the glass that she's smiling contentedly. Her bright green eyes shines brighter than London's city lights, the only stars I need to see for all my life. God, isn't it obvious that I'm so crazy about this girl?
"Enjoying the view?" She says in amused voice, apparently noticing the lack of my interest in anything but her.
"Only you," I nuzzle my nose against her neck. She chuckles and pull my arms tighter around her. "Me too," she says.
"I don't want to go," I'm finally opening the topic that we've been avoiding all day.
"Then don't. Stay." Her husky voice shakes a bit.
"I want that too, I really do. But you know it's for the best. We shouldn't rush this," I kiss her cheek softly. "Even if I go back to New York tomorrow, please understand that my heart stays with you here."
"And mine would go with you." She tilts her head a bit so she can see my face. "So is it any different here, with me?"
"It's even better than I've imagined." Then an idea hits me. I pull away from her, which she responds with protest. I take her hands into mine and face her questioning eyes. "I've always wanted to know how it feels to slow dance at romantic setting like this. Would it be as romantic as it was in the movies or would it just feels plain stupid in reality?"
"Are you referring to the particular scene in Paper Town?" Her mischievous smile plays on her lips, making it hard for me to not kiss them instantly. "It had the similar setting like this."
"Well," I spin her around in circle like Nat did in the movie, "I did feel jealous at Natt Wolf then."
"You did, didn't you?" She throws her arms around my neck, smiling playfully. "But there's no music on."
I pull put my phone from my pocket and play You and I by Ingrid Michaelson. It's my favorite song, the one I play whenever I think about her. "It is now."
"This is whole lot better than that scene, now that the whole crew aren't here to share our romantic scene." She finally speaks after a long time of comfortable silence while we're swaying alongside the music.
"And here I thought that I'm the only one who make it better." I pretend to be hurt at her words. She shakes her head and kisses me on the lips. I feel like I'm on top of the world, figuratively and literally.
"Of course you are. Because you're here and you're real." She kisses me again, harder this time. "And you make me feel like I'm finally complete when I'm with you."
"Promise me that the magic won't stop when we're back to our normal lives," I whisper to her ear.
"It won't. You're the magic, love." She hypnotizes me with the amount of affections she puts into her words. "It won't be easy, no. I'm not stupid enough to promise that. But I don't want easy, I want you."
I pull away a little bit to see her beautiful face. I look into her eyes and can only find love in it. "Someday we won't have to say good bye again. Only good morning and good night. Someday, sweetheart."
