my sweet sniffer,
tonight, it will be a week since we had that fateful kiss. as i recall what transpired that night, i melt into joyful oblivion.
how did it happen? how did it start? i was only going to bid you goodnight.
but our eyes locked.
and time seemed to slow down.
and then our lips got acquainted with each other.
even if i find the right words to describe how perfect that kiss was, i will fall short.
***
i remember looking at the moon that night. i remember asking you if you like moons. and you answered me with one of your random useless informations. i knew you just wanted to make me smile.
***
i felt things were happening too fast that night. but you were right. 10 years of waiting for that kiss to happen wasn't too fast at all. i was even surprised that after all, you still waited for it.
i want you to know that i didn't wait for it.
why? because i thought i lost that chance 10 years ago when i scarred your heart.
and finding out that you never blamed me nor harbored ill feelings for me made it all the more difficult for me to accept the fact that i was really being foolish that time you told me you loved me.
***
you said a lot of things have changed. you did and i did. but you also said that some things change and some things don't.
and i know you spoke the truth when i asked you to walk with me. because, like in the past, you were still that friend that i had. you made me smile, you made me laugh. you made me become the silly little girl that i am.
and while we were walking, while we were talking, the moon was just smiling down on us.
***
we cried, we hugged and we held hands that night. things that we have been meaning to say after all these years overflowed and overwhelmed us.
and when i looked into your eyes, all i could see was a longing so strong that even your eyes had to drink me in, in fear that i might vanish again.
and it's the same reason why i could not let go of your hand. i held on it so tight thinking that what was happening was just a dream. and that if i held on tightly, i could make that dream into a reality. and if i let go...
i hate to think about what will happen if i do.
***
you wrote before. you wrote beautifully. and you wrote because of me. have you written anything again?
because, now, i'm writing again.
now, i love again.
