I had a moment with him today. And it was sitting beside him on a bench.
The air gushed around us and some of the dead leaves fell, creating a romantic ambiance. The small gap between us made some friction that triggered the fireworks and butterflies to happen within me. Lemon grass and a little bit of citrus—his redolence surged through. I saw his shoulders moving up and down, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes as he lam out a laugh because of a certain occurence he thought was funny. And even when a pop music was playing in the background set unto its highest volume, I could hear every word clearly.
A small smile etched in my flustered face.
I'm so happy.
This is already too much to ask for. It's a rare scenario that I never thought I'd be in. But I forgot to scratch out "us". There was only "me".
I forgot that I was sitting there just to give him company and hear how his day went with her though I surprised myself for being in detailed of what he normally does.
He's talking about someone else.
It was not me.
This is just a snippet of my every day with him.
