Today I did it –
Pulled the plug (just for a while)
For some much-needed
Attention on the writings
Does it matter, if I
Pulled the plug (just for a while)
I’m not sure, but for that
Sense of time in space
Perhaps, maybe, so.
I know it’s late
I know you’re weary
The stars were above us
As you lay with me
Your arm against mine
The grass pricked our skin
We’re longing for shelter
From all that we see
That’s Orion’s Belt
You pointed faraway
You told me its history
We’ll never forget that day
We’ve got tonight
Who needs tomorrow
We’ve got tonight babe
Why don’t we stay.
“There’s a cafe here but I don’t see a name.”
“Oh… I’ll come down now.”
She stood at the lift lobby and waited as people went about their activities around her. It’s been so long since they met – she wondered if it would still feel the same as back when.
After what felt longer than a mere few minutes, one of the lift doors slid open and a familiar figure stepped out. And as she recognised him, he too caught sight of her and broke into a smile.
“It’s so good to see you again! Been more than ten years!” She felt his comforting warmth in their hug, and then they separated from each other.
“Nah.. it’s only been five.”
A hint of amusement passed over his face before he shrugged.
“Well… I’m not counting.”
“Neither am I.”
And as they walked into the cafe, she knew nothing much really has changed.
He lay on his side in the bed, upper torso almost naked, wrapped in the sheets, scrolling on his phone. Straightening herself from unpacking, she walked over to where he was.
“I’ll go take a shower first.”
In response, he reached out and pulled her into bed and his arms. She gasped as she landed in his encircling warmth.
“I haven’t showered in a day… that’s unacceptable… I need to take a shower.”
“Okay… go shower.”
He loosened his embrace and for a moment she was uncaged. She remained where she was, gazing into his face, and his lips, corners curled in a slight smile.
Then, she leaned over and kissed him on his mouth, feeling the soft bristles above his upper lip as his tongue met hers and his lower lip, full against hers.
His arms came around her again as he smiled at her surprised gasp.
“You’ve had your chance.”
And then they were inseparable.
His arms were around her, maybe hers around him then… were his lips on hers or did they rove down her neck? She might have trailed her moist tongue down his chest, breathing warmth as she went…
Like each time in the past, she could not remember.
All she remembered that afternoon was the window was all along open, behind the facade of white curtains. And she blushed when he teased her about how everyone would have heard.
She could not remember.
But she would not forget.
He sidled up from behind and peered over my shoulder as I busily scribbled at my desk.
“You are doing Math?”
“You gave me a fright. Yes, I am. Why?”
His grin quickly changed into a look of seriousness when I turned around with a scrutiny of evaluation. He let out a cough at my gaze of suspicion before continuing.
“Well. ‘Y’ is indeed the question.”
It was starting to feel like we were pulling neverending puns on each other.
“You know how there are variables in Math equations, represented by letters like ‘y’ and ‘x’ and et cetera?”
“And how usually the value of ‘y’ changes with the value of ‘x’ or vice versa?”
Was it going to be a revision of calculus? He let out a chortle, as if reading my thoughts at that moment.
“Now, you would say these variables are affected by each other, won’t you? In whatever way they are related.“
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Now, consider the constant in a relation, sometimes abbreviated endearingly as ‘c’. It is an important part of it, but yet it remains unchanged, regardless what happens to either or both variables.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
I was getting more and more perplexed. He must have noticed, and thus let out a reassuring grin before continuing.
“So, assuming both the variable and the constant in a relationship could take on positive values only. The variable could still result in a negative result, but the constant always positively amplifies the outcome. That right?”
He continued, looking at me, still smiling.
“My Math question for you today is: assuming you are a positive value. Would you choose to be a variable, subjected to the fluctuations of other variables, or would you choose to be an unwavering constant?”
He gave me a bright grin, then sauntered away, whistling.
I think I know my answer.
Today I didn’t make any pics
While I was spending time with
Fam and having a simple meal, just
Like the good ol’ days when
Privacy was still valued
Conversations were audible
And time slowly spent gazing
Truly into their eyes.
Merry Christmas. 😉
The train doors slid open with a mechanical sweep and she stepped in amongst the other passengers.
Always, she is plugged into her earphones and always, she prefers to lean against the glass panel at the doorway.
The doors remained gaping as the last human trickles filtered in, as he did, through the very doorway she had entered.
Like her, he chose to lean against the glass panel at the doorway, right across from her.
Instinctively, she looked up in the same instance that he did.
Their eyes met.
And they held each other for a few moments.
And in those few moments, her mind was darting through her memories to recognise his face, as he too seemed to be doing.
A sense of wonderment surged through and made her hold up a hand to her mouth in delighted astonishment; across from her, amazement shone from his eyes as a smile crept onto his face, and he came towards her.
To quote him, a serendipitous encounter as such is a magnificent Christmas gift.
And it is. 🙂