Painted Dream I13I

I would say that the first date went triumphantly. It’s a personal record and I was jubilantly elated and elevated into another level of contentment. One of the few first dates that really meant something to me. It’s a personal favourite too.

However, I was still in haze about the feelings I harboured towards you. It’s like a potpourri of scents, one first sniff and you think it has the best whiff in the world yet it turns rotten and pungent that it goes straight to your head and leaves you feeling nauseous the next time you take another sniff. Was it love or was it just another fling we both were indulging. Whatever it was, one thing for certain was I had never felt this new sensation. I was catapulted to the seventh heaven.

Texting each other had been a serious inevitable and vital routine. Stories were shared and exchanged; sometimes it was more than just stories. We sure knew how to spice things up. And that part was the most intimately astounding. I was completely besotted and infatuated. The feeling was just outlandish.

We went out for a couple of casual dates, luncheons, and dinners. My friends started to have qualms about this mysterious friend I’ve been indulging and devoting my time with. If only they knew you were not merely a friend, you were beyond that. To their knowledge, I was hanging with a new friend I picked up during the workshop. 

Little did they know how important you had slowly become in my life. It had struck a chord on me that I was utterly in love, falling head over heels over you. I could go berserk if I didn’t text you or hear any news about you. Knowing what you were doing, what colour was your shirt you were wearing, have you eaten, how you feeling today and all those trivial stuffs had been an obligatory routine that I couldn’t bear to miss. Those things metaphorically had been my daily drugs. You, on the other hand, were the medicine.

p.s. The feelings were just simply ineffable.

Painted Dream ::intermission::

"Cinta kau dan aku 

Tak kan mungkin bersatu

untuk saat ini 

di dunia ini

Mungkin kita bersama

nanti di atas sana

biar ku setia

menjaga cintamu"

Kisah Hati by Alyah

p.s. Dear Sayang, I have told you this countless time and I'll keep telling you this. No matter what happened or what's going to happen, I will always love you.

Painted Dream I12I

I brought you to McDonalds. I don’t know why but I have a thing with that fast food restaurant. Most of my first dates and usual dates would take place in McDonalds. It has never failed me in terms of impressing people as well as expressing myself. It’s a safe location; it falls in between cheap and extravagant. Just nice.  Although I wanted to make it different with you, we ended up in McDonalds eventually.

I had with me my laptop. I nearly finished the assignment, simply waiting for the final touch. We ordered and scouted for the perfect table. Alas, it wasn’t really a perfect table as we sat adjacent to another couple. Their eyes ushered us to our table, intrigued maybe by the presence you brought to the place. We talked like it was nobody’s business. We laughed like we owned the place. I realized two things that night that had shoved me closer in your life. Firstly, you certainly didn’t bother what others might think and perceive you. Secondly, you had the sexiest and most alluring laugh. It’s contagious.

I had found myself getting fonder of you.

We really had fun that night. I had so much more fun. We were very intimate. Our hands were at times intertwined unknowingly and whenever that happened, we would look at each other rather awkwardly and uncomfortably. I, without a doubt, relished every moment. Like a boy being handed a candy, my heart was zealously pounding in gusto.

You assisted me with my assignment. I didn’t care anymore about the assignment. I just wanted to plunge my time with you. When it was time to head back, it was the most painful decision I had to make. I wished the time would halt. I prayed it would stop. I felt heavy. The gravity seemed to be weighing more than usual. 

It was just dreadful watching you exited the car. 

p.s. why must it come to an end?