Moments

The clouds unfurl the twinkle of twilight stars and the dying colours of sunset recede into my heart, the warmth palpable. The vocals of Elisabeth Fraser in Massive Attack's Teardrop makes me contemplate us. The lyrics move me: "Love, love is a verb. Love is a doing word. Fearless on my breath. Gentle impulsion. Shakes me makes me lighter." If only you could see me smile when I think about you, you never would have doubted a single word from my lips. My whole face lights up and little sparks ignite from the inside.

My singlemost important, yet unexpressed wish is to follow my heart straight into your arms, but life is not a romantic movie with a happy ending. Every stride I take in this day-to-day madness could bring me closer to you or it might take me away from you. Love is pure and ethereal. It's like a featherlight caress on a lover's skin, but in my experience, the flutter also leaves pain and utter devastation in its wake. Love can be transitory. What if you wake up and realise that the feeling has come and gone. Where would that leave me?

You make me melt, you make my eyes sparkle, you make me love you. I can't hide what I feel for you. I'm a paradox, a contradiction. I think about the future and the past, I think about the present. Sometimes I sit and daydream about a time where our love would be a reality. Emotions tangibly expressed and the product would be an amalgamation of us. People don't always realise that heaven can also be found here on earth. Maybe Belinda Carlisle did. I know that if your eyes left mine, it would stir a longing in me, which could not be contained. I know that one moment in your arms would leave me with something to hold onto forever. I had a taste of forever, a taste of what true love could be like and, one day, when my bones crumble and my hair is the colour of snow, I will think about you and a smile would once again linger on my face.