Pen and Emotion at Work

(genre: short-story, romance)

I would fancy recalling how I felt when you fell asleep on my shoulder. How it brought a smile. It was a few years back when we barely knew each other. Mind you it was probably my most romantic evening in my whole life. Though it didn’t feel like February 14, thinking of that moment with you touches me forever.

If you remember, we were with some friends. We were all having fun then. Playing cards and munching nuts, we were talking about the stuff we can do after we graduate. Of course you were beside me laughing; suddenly you taught me how to be a standup comedian. Moreover, I could still remember how you picked on me when I lost the third time playing a stupid card game.

Now I realize it’s not just a stupid card game after all. I didn’t mind. However, the presence of all my friends around me comforts my being. It is funny how I finally understood myself. It all changed. I, being eccentric and solitary, slowly adapted to a social being. A monster, I would always describe myself for not missing a single beach party.

I would always laugh at my usual self. I would always worry about my failing grades. I would normally tell myself a jerk who’s persistent of staying this way.

Now let us turn back to that rather warm evening. After hours of hard laughs and total enjoyment, I could already feel the weary atmosphere creeping throughout my room.

I could already feel your wearisome being shortly after noticing your eyes droop. Your eyes were teary, a clear sign that suggests of you starting to fall asleep. But there was something else of what I saw through those weary eyes. I couldn’t exactly tell if it was a sudden realization of some sort. They were beautiful.

I felt your cheeks creep ’til it lay firmly on my collar. Your crown felt gentle, but it gave me goosebumps making my own hair stand. You were warm, a sign I thought of life at rest. It was the joy of your comfort.

I suddenly felt that funny cold gust that ran through my spines which made my heart beat fast. My body, then, started acting by itself. Your face was calm, but a familiar trace of ecstasy seemed indelible. You are the most beautiful girl I ever met. And I am not letting you go.

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