From that day on, many kisses followed, many hugs followed but the feelings were as pure as they always had been. Our love was alchemy and he was my alchemist.
We were having the best days of our life. His perfect studies and my dance. Our times together, our happiness together, it just felt like the love was growing stronger each day.
I'd seen in movies ( the ones I saw during our movie dates) that people usually let their love fade after few months or years. But us, we seemed completely different.
Every kiss felt like the first time, every smile he gave was equally charming, every time he held me tight it was equally comforting and everytime we talked it was always the same homely feeling. We never got old, our love never got old.
And slowly without even realising we were eighteen. High school was coming to an end and in maybe a few months we'd have to go forward to pursue our dreams.
To be honest, "pursuing dreams" is just a fairytale word it's more like "pursuing a career"
But Lucas didn't want that for me. He loved his studies. He loved his science and wanted to become a professor and he knew all I ever loved was dance and there was nothing in this huge huge world that I'd be happy doing except for dancing.
One day on our way home he looked at me and asked me to stop. He took me to the park nearby and we both sat on a bench. He held my hand, looked into my eyes and said " listen to me samaira. I know all the troubles you have been through as a child. I know how you have kept all your desires, all your pain to yourself . But no more. After High school I don't want you to study for a job just because ud love to have enough money to survive. Leave your survival to me. I'll do everything right. But I just want you to do one thing for me. Tell me you will do it. Promise me baby."
I didn't know what to say I just nodded. " I want you to learn dancing and get into a dancing school. I don't mean you don't dance well. You dance better than any human being I've seen. Your dance is magical sweetheart, and what's better is how your soul connects to it. I am in love with the soul inside this body and I want it to live and not just survive. You will do it for me right? " He said.
As he ended I was about to burst into tears. He kissed my wet eyes and pulled me close.
There in that park maybe we shared something much more than just childish love. We shared a sense of togetherness that shouted to me that we would have a future together. Him, me and our own little world in this big world.
Now it was not just school dates it was about a future, a life we wanted to live together in which we wanted both of us to be happy.
We started applying for his universities as well as my dance school. We tried to limit our universities to the same states in the US because we didn't want to spend years away from each other. He was literally all I had and me, I was emotionally all he had because his parents were much too busy with their business. We prepared well for finals. He secured the highest score in our batch and well I was among the average students too. High school was over too. Now, all there was left was to see which part of the United States was waiting to welcome us during the autumn.
Even though classes were over, we met on a regular basis, sometimes for coffee ,sometimes for a walk and sometimes just because he'd feel alone at his place.
One day we were just lying on his bed talking about the future when his phone beeped. It was an email.
He started reading it and as he proceeded his eyes got wider. He'd been selected in one of the best universities that too on a full scholarship. The best part was the same university had welcomed me in their dance school just some days ago.
We both jumped like maniacs. We were soo happy. It was all perfect. Just as we had pictured it. The potrait of the life we had painted together was finally getting it's last moment touch ups.
He hugged me tight and kissed me. As he wrapped his arms around me he said " it's coming to reality, samaira. You, me and our future. I can see it now."
And I was so overwhelmed that I could hardly speak a word. I just held him tight. Next day we decided we'd go to see the sunset. Bid our childish love good bye and take oaths for the brand new start of a sweeter love.
Next morning we met in front of his house. I insisted we go to the church first. And then we just roamed around in the city. As the sky started turning orange we climbed up that small hill from where we were supposed to view the sunset.
Tired with every new step we took we climbed up the hill. We weren't that late. We sat there. My head on his shoulders and we witnessed the sun going down. Taking away all the pains of today and promising a better merry tomorrow. Having seen that we climbed down the hill. It was getting dark and I needed to reach the orphanage in time. We walked hands in hand.
It was dark but I didn't even feel.a hint of fear. How strong is the power of love? It builds confidence in hearts that once were afraid of their own existence.
I was looking at him as we walked. He noticed it. " stop staring at me that way or I may have to kiss you in the middle of the street" he was blabbering. But that wouldn't stop me. I wanted to look at him nicely. That face , that smile, that hair ,all of it. So perfect and so mine.
I was lost in him when suddenly I heard some wild noise from the back. A car speeding maybe. And after that all I remember is a BAM after which I surrendered my consciousness.
