It was already late at night when we decided that we couldn't just keep on arguing over who will make dinner and do something about our starving stomachs.
The arguing has been going on for an hour. And he was not ready to give up. I was strangely enjoying the fight but since he was not having it anymore, I made the decision for both of us. Take-out it is.
Lately we've been bickering about this and that. The important and less important. We've been acting like man-children. We spend so much time around each other we are turning into an old married couple. I can already see how our later days in life will be.
He calls the Chinese restaurant. I put the Rap CD-mixtape on.
-How much time will it take for the delivery to arrive?
-45 minutes...he frowns
I look at him in disbelief. 45 minutes, are they going to make us a Pastilla?( a Moroccan dish that requires a lot of preparation time)
I put another CD on. Desperate times call for desperate measures andalso give us an excuse to be frivolous.
Jimmy Fontana's voice is slowly filling the apartment.
-Would you mind sharing this dance with me? I ask in a smile
-This dance and every other dance milady, he smiles back.
The reader must have guessed already; we are impatient teenagers on fire who can't deal with waiting for anything and always need to be entertained. To make the best of our dead time, we improvise. And today my improvisation leads us to a dance session at an incredibly late hour of the night. Dancing... that's what we first did as a married couple. Not kiss or hold hands, no. we danced in each other's arms.
We are children of chaos, we create harmony from the entropy of our crashing souls.
We start slow dancing or what we think is slow dancing. Hands and feet and smiles. I love him. My best mate.
-Dude, you're stepping on my foot, I say
He lifts me up in his arms and starts twirling. I play with his hair.
"Buddy, how long will I love you?" I ask
-As long as stars are above you and longer if I may. He leans in for a kiss.
Oh god. Thank you I say under my breath.
-How did I get so lucky to have you?
-You saved up so much luck that you could afford me, he says in a giggle
"About time" soundtrack was our favorite music to dance too.
The movie's main theme by Nick Laird-Clowes was blasting in every corner of the apartment, taking me to another universe where all I can see was him. All I could see is the man I married and how his eyes shine. The dimples in his cheeks are deeper than the year before, he has more freckles and looks like everything I've ever wanted. I am a fool for him.
Still in his arms, I take his hand, drop a quick kiss.
- I am the luckiest ...
- I think i am, he says.
-Can't you just take a compliment for once
-nah
The doorbell cuts short the cheesiness. Back on my feet, I go set the table. Babes gets the door. The noodles were good. We eat between fits of laughter. Those are the good days. We dance and dance. Drunk on happiness we are, my buddy and I .
On gloomier days, the scenario is different. We don't talk at all. For hours. Because us talking makes it worse. After trying the talking method a few times, we settled on the peace silence. Silence is a way for us to miss each other. To crave the reuniting. To want to make up as soon as possible. The perfect method.
He is the man with whom fighting is bearable and sometimes, is as enjoyable as any other thing we do together. As longer as we are together. He makes me angry and drives me to the edge. We fight and shout and even (it happened) break things.
We are children of chaos, we create harmony from the entropy of our crashing souls.
We fell asleep in the living room.
I have the mental picture of us dancing, framed in my mind; next to the one of us ugly laughing.
He woke up first as usual, made coffee and put his clothes on. Oh Jun Seong's Love step is playing and I can smell something yummy coming from the kitchen but I refuse to open my eyes. No one has ever loved sleep as much as I do.
He made me tea.
It's a Saturday, the best day of the week. no responsibilities. AWESOME.
-Babes, I want Oh Jun Seong (오준성) - Brand New Day (Temperature of Love OST Instrumental) please
-Ok
I struggle to get out of bed.
YOU ARE READING
Our Time
RomanceIt starts with a dance . It is the story of a Him and a Her with a twist. It has music and references and late night talks. A young couple but nothing to them is ordinary.
