Romira

Chapter - 59

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes poet.
~Plato.
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Akira

I blink.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

My throat works but not a single sound comes out. This is not the first time when he left me speechless but every time it feels foreign. The look in his eyes says everything I have ever wanted to hear. My heart dances wildly at its beats and my breathing quickens.

Not being able to hold any longer I dive right into his arm and kiss him with everything I have. Electric currents shoots down in my vein and run all along to my soul. I have lost the count of how many times we have kissed but every time our lips touch each others the sensation erupts feel like new all over again. I kiss him with all of my love, with every emotions pouring out of my body and with all the feelings I possess. He goes to grab me and to deepen the kiss but I pull away just as I swiftly I went to him.

In the total silence of my room, the only sound of our heaving breath can be heard. I stare deep into his eyes and turn mine unguarded because I know he'd keep it safe for me. When I feel my breathing is stable contrary to my floating heart, I prepare myself for the blow of the words I have kept subsided for so long.

"I love you, Romero king." As I whisper the words I wait for its terror to strike.

And to my disbelief these words don't make me vulnerable, like I was hoping, instead a rush of strength flings in my system making me momentarily loss my compose. Is it really suppose to make me feel this strong, like I could fight every obstacles coming between us. It is like I'm drowning in my love for him and don't even want to stop. If it's how loving someone feels then I don't ever want to come out of this place. It is an amazing place where we are not afraid of anything; where we can take anything and everything.

Love

What a mystery! No one has ever been able to understand it completely. Whenever we think we got it, a new series of question arises.

For me the mystery is my Romero and I would willingly spend rest of my life solving it.

From the way he freezes I can tell he was not expecting this. His body is rigid along with his breath. He is so still that one might think he is a statue. His eyes searches mine as though he couldn't believe his ears.

"Say that again." He demands gruffly.

I smile at the raw need of his words and repeat my confession, "I love you, Romero King."

I hear his sharp intake of breath, his body loosening friction by friction. "Again."

I press my chest to his and murmur the words again, "I love you."

His eyes turns hooded and he looks like he is having hard time believing it, "You are not fucking with me, are you?"

My eyes widen at the question, "Why would you think that?"

Why can't he just believe me? I'm telling him I love him and he thinks I'm kidding with him. Is it so hard to believe someone can actually love him. Why he always thinks worst of him? Then I recall how both of his parents left him alone in this world to fed himself.