Language Of Love...(#watty2016)

prologue

Same sun, same wind, same warmth of it pure, blissful. Here in this place under the sunshine where everything seems like a fairy tale, I also thought my life quite same way. Somewhere near an old couple was sitting by each other. Holding their hands. I smiled. This is what it is. THE LIFE. Which thing we want to find in our whole life. I also did the same... Until. OK I don't know until when. She was there with me, before we met, before I even could think. So it's complicated. I never said, life is easy. But as much as it's complicated, more than it's

It's simple.

Like the birds chirping.... Like the midnight memory from early morning... Like the first moonlit night of the year. Or the musical sound of rain. Same just same. Easy like the love of a mother for her child.

It's easy. life is easy. Love is easy. And my fortune I had learned it from the best teacher of nature. I still can remember those days, the day. When I got everything that I wanted and lost everything that I needed. It is like a dream. Sweet or bad I don't know..... To be truth I don't want to know.

That day is still like as fresh as air of morning.........

Beep Beep, the sound is so slow, like raindrops. Dazzling. I held her hand softly. She was pale, frightened, yet easily the most beautiful girl in this world to me. Unable to resist I pressed a kiss on her hand, finally hearing the heavenly sound, her heartbeat.

Her eyes flattered open and a gentle smile lit up her face as she looked at me. Tired, the only thing should show in her eyes, but there was much more emotions. Bending to touch my forehead to hers, I whispered "Hey Love, thanks for waking up for me" She enamoured me, making me fall in love all over again. Just with a smile.

"What will happen when I can't do this anymore." She caressed my face lovingly when I shut my eyes letting me to feel it. I didn't answer first because I didn't want to, without breaking eye contact I carefully pressed my lips on her. But not before saying," you will....always.... There for me. As long as my heart will manage to impulse. And even after that."

And yeah she is still with me...

That is my story, my heart's story. about the love of life. How by piece of piece every section in my body which was belonged to me, it changed it's owner. Leaving me with nothing, still giving everything.