fuck la, since im already not doing anything constructive...
might as well rant more.
So the lights went off and the owls hoot. We sat by the ledge, our legs dangling by the air. I watched you look up, a little crimson formed on the cheeks. I kept quiet, not knowing if I should ask. Until I saw the moon's reflection in your eyes.
"You're happy."
You did not bother tilting your head to look at me. But I saw a small curve folding into the skin, I didn't know you have a dimple!
"Yes." Short, simple, genuine. I was satisfied, it was probably the first time you'd answered me truthfully.
"Why?" I took a step further, it was a bold one. Had it been any other night, at any other place, I would not have asked it.
"Because I'm closer to the moon."
?!!?!?!?!?!
"Because," you finally turned to me and stared right into my eyes. I didn't know if you're laughing at my surprised face, but as your laughter filled the still night, I thought my eyes were playing on me. How can someone look so beautiful?
"Because," you started again, "I am closer to the moon." This time you'd deliberately said it slowly, almost spelling the words like how a mother would teach his son English.
And then the night ended. Miraculously I could not remember anything subsequently, it was as if I had a strange dream. Yet the next morning when I saw you again, I knew it wasn't. The twinkle in your eye, so tiny few could see it, told me so.
It was real. You're closer to the moon.
So the lights went off and the owls hoot. We sat by the ledge, our legs dangling by the air. I watched you look up, a little crimson formed on the cheeks. I kept quiet, not knowing if I should ask. Until I saw the moon's reflection in your eyes.
"You're happy."
You did not bother tilting your head to look at me. But I saw a small curve folding into the skin, I didn't know you have a dimple!
"Yes." Short, simple, genuine. I was satisfied, it was probably the first time you'd answered me truthfully.
"Why?" I took a step further, it was a bold one. Had it been any other night, at any other place, I would not have asked it.
"Because I'm closer to the moon."
?!!?!?!?!?!
"Because," you finally turned to me and stared right into my eyes. I didn't know if you're laughing at my surprised face, but as your laughter filled the still night, I thought my eyes were playing on me. How can someone look so beautiful?
"Because," you started again, "I am closer to the moon." This time you'd deliberately said it slowly, almost spelling the words like how a mother would teach his son English.
And then the night ended. Miraculously I could not remember anything subsequently, it was as if I had a strange dream. Yet the next morning when I saw you again, I knew it wasn't. The twinkle in your eye, so tiny few could see it, told me so.
It was real. You're closer to the moon.