To The Place I Belong

SYLVIA

I wanted to say so many things, but never quite found out a way to. Would he listen?
It was almost like I was waiting him to read my mind using some magic.

The poppy fields were bare. Poppies didn’t sprout at this time of the year.
“Why do always people settle for the bad choices, always?” I asked a perfectly framed question in my head
“It’s just a matter of perspective” said Ethan.
“Oh no.” I shook my head in complete disagreement. “Haven’t you heard something like-’good and bad are both before us, it’s what we choose that makes us’?” I looked at him, waiting to see what he would say.
“But I think people always choose the easier of the two, you know, and it so happens, that choosing the wrong way is always easy.”
I pursed my lips into a hard line while he sat there indifferently.
“Do you have an answer to everything?” I asked.
“Yes, or so it seems.” He said jocularly.
Everything around seemed so bright that it disturbed my eyes, so much so that I had to shut them for a minute.
I always had this feeling of falling through the dark into complete nothingness. I thought eventually I would do away with this stupid feeling but it now seems that I am running away from it in futility, and as I try running out of the maze, it grows bigger and bigger. I think it will soon engulf me. I’m tired.
“Sylvia?”
I opened my eyes to look a him.
“Woah! Hold on hold on!” he exclaimed.
“What?” I asked perplexed.
“What is it that I see in your eyes?”
“What?” I asked again horrified.
“Is it love that I see in your eyes?” he asked tucking my hair away behind my ears.
“Don’t start again.” I said and turned away.
But he wouldn’t stop staring. When I turned towards him again, a magic spell broke between us.
So when he leaned his head forward, touching my face with his hands, that bleed beautiful words and poetries and solutions to riddles of life, I let him. No I didn’t flinch at that divine touch, nor did I move my face away. His soft fleshy lips touched mine with such gentility, all of the world faded away. We kissed and kissed, letting our souls intertwine.
“Is it love that I see in your eyes” he asked again, releasing my lips.
“I don’t know. I don’t know.”

I felt I was doing him wrong and he didn’t know what he was seeking after. We were both just a story away-a story that I didn’t know if he was ready to listen.