Tranquility

You close your eyes and I, mine. My head rests on your chest, firm and warm; a sense of security embracing me lightly.
It takes me back to the first time we had hugged. It hadn't just been your arms holding me that had taken me by surprise. Nor was it just the myriad of emotions that channelled from your body to mine even though we only stood there, unintentionally oblivious to our surroundings. It had been the way we fit, like the missing puzzle pieces that they talk about. I remember it lasting for what had seemed like an eternity.
The people around us knew all along, didn't they? Since the first time we met. We thought they were fools. It's funny though, because our first encounter was pretty uninteresting as far as romantic introductions went. I don't think I remember all of it. But I do remember feeling happy for having spoken to a stranger, even if it had only been to ask his name.
Isn't that how ordinary people started a conversation?
Ah, but we weren't meant to be ordinary, were we? We took a while to realise the intensity of the collision. It was almost as if there were pillows acting as shields to cushion the blow.
Thinking of our happy times brings a smile to my lips, a reflex action. The first time we danced together, the first time we went out with our group. But the things that make me laugh are the tiniest of all that had happened. Like the time you invented a word and we used it to describe every post, every picture on Instagram, every piece of writing that we liked till we were sick of it. I think of how you would feed me a slice of pizza or a forkful of cake because I was too lazy. I think of how I would point out the silliest of things and you would hide your smile because you were pretending to be mad at me. The times when we punched each other and the times when we made fools of the other.
I loved the way you looked at me, like there was no other person in the room at that moment, like the universe ceased to exist. And when you kissed me I swear all laws of Physics ever created became obsolete as matter around us sublimated and we were left floating in space. I think of our fingers, intertwined, and then of your bony fingers around my waist, holding me tight. And I? I held you back with an equal amount of force to the verge where we were in danger of strangling each other. But we were already breathless because of the sheer strength of our own emotions which we had been ignorant about till then.
I try to think about the time after we had acknowledged the chemical changes in our hypothalami. Life, it suddenly seemed to me, had been a high ever since. It had been a sensation of euphoria which comes to you after a dose of cocaine and there was no coming down.
But we fought as well. And did we fight well. It seems laughable to me right now as I think about all the little things we fought over and my heart squelches to think of those mutual silent treatments which produced in us symptoms of withdrawal syndrome. I never fully realised how a person can act like a drug for someone until I had the chance to duel with your mind.
The fights always did end with us embracing each other and I am once again filled by a warm feeling of comfort, of how your arms would tell my body,"Don't worry. I'm here to protect you."
But the warmth was gone now. My head is still resting on your chest. Even cold it still holds me to it with the same feeling of safety.
I breathe in.
A drowsiness slowly creeps over my head and crawls down my already drained body, spreading to the tips of my fingers and toes.
My heart skips a beat.
This is it. The time is here. Any moment now.
I breathe out.
My heart stops.
There. Our heart beats are synchronized again.