I glanced at my watch.
A few minutes later, there he was.
He caught my eyes and smiled, all while pushing the door open, making the heat from outside sneaked inside for a second.
He pulled out the seat in front of me.
Nervously looked around.
While I take in all I can, looking at him.
His messy hair.
His long fingers now trying to comb his hair.
His lips pulling into an upturn, more like smirking.
His twinkling eyes. Those eyes I would love to dive into.
It felt like all the chattering around us became white noise on the background.
Like a movie where camera focused on us and everyone else is just blurred.
He leaned in to me a little.
“I missed you.” and he grinned.
Gosh, I thought to myself.
My heart picked up a race.
I felt warm all over my body.
Shouldn’t this stage of relationship passed already? Those moments when you got all flustered up just because few words he said.
I stared at him and gave a vibrant smile.
When we got out of the restaurant,
It was pouring.
For a moment, we just looking up to the somber sky, spewing out streams of water.
He turned his head to look at me.
I was still grasping what he meant when he hold my hand and pulled it.
We ran to the parking lot.
I was screaming and laughing.
When we got into his car, we were drenched and breathing hard.
We looked at each other, trying to catch our breaths.
And our laughter broke.
We laugh so hard I cried a little.
When it faded, he gripped the steering wheel and started the ignition.
His face tensed.
My heart was beating fast. All of my body was anticipating with need.
He drove us to a desolated roadside.
It was dark outside.
Only few glints of stars.
I looked through the car window.
Lights emanating from houses beneath us, like hundreds of fireflies.
He touched my hand, and I jerked.
It was like his skin was fire that startled me when it came into contact.
We were looking into each other’s eyes.
I could see my reflection, my hair wet and sticking to my face.
My mouth partially open, my breathing hitched.
He moved first, and instantly our lips meet.
It was slow at first. Like tasting the edge of ice cream.
And realizing we could not get enough.
After few seconds, it became wild.
Savoring each other like it could melted away if we didn’t.
His hands cupped my face and slowly makes it way to other parts of my body.
I was clinging to his shoulder.
We take and give.
We shared the feelings we have, feelings so strong they could rip us open.
We were ourselves.
Being honest to each other.
And when I reached the peak, I feel like bursting out and became hundreds of fireflies.
Flying around the paradise.
With the window rolled down, we stared at the sky while spooning.
Our breath calming down, our hearts thumping in sync.
And we talked about the stars.
Last movie we saw.
Glimpse of our childhood.
Jokes we heard from our friends.
He asked how was my life as college student going.
I told him my new friends. My assignments.
I asked how was job going on for him.
He told me about his strict-but-very-supportive boss.
We reminisce how we met on the subway, all the stolen glances.
The bashful smile.
And again we retold jokes we heard from others.
And just contentedly basking in this sheer happiness.
We never talked about the future.
Like we denied its existence.
Perhaps we understood the truth.
That we would never belong to the future.
There’s no future belong to us.
His arms wrapped around my shoulder and I smile, feeling fulfilled.
I stroke his arms with my fingers so slowly it was like brushing with a feather.
Slowly to his hand and his fingers.
His ring finger.
And the ring on it.
With someone else’s name carved inside.
I told myself.
Let him be mine.
My tears welled up in my eyes and blurred my visions.
From a distance, I could see hundreds of fireflies.
Without worrying the future.