thunder clashing afar, signalling the soon arrival of rain once again. the sky got darker and winds are just bustling through, sweeping fallen leaves from where they rest.
i'm sitting here comfortably, infront of my lappy, when a memory came by.
"i feel like holding you tight, bury my head into your chest and knowing that it's just us both right now. nothing else matters." i tweeted.
i almost brought myself to tears at that memory:
we were waiting for the N train, to get to Times Square, because both of us were reluctant to go home that day. It was past midnight, and he was leaving that very evening, while i already had plans to go to Six Flags.
To catch a train this late takes up a longer time than usual. we waited and waited, and probably 10 or 15 minutes passed by without the N train coming to our platform.
I glanced at him and said, "can i hug you? i feel like hugging you."
"aww, ofcourse you can." those words still clearly embedded in my mind.
I held him tight, body to body, head on his chest. damn, he felt so comfortable. that was either due to his body being quite built, or it was just the fatigue talking. i think both.
he gently rested his head on mine, and i closed my eyes. for that split second, it felt like nothing else mattered, it's just him and i now. the world was behind us.
then, loud clangs of railway tracks against metal echoed through the tunnel, accompanied by the rustling air as the train zoomed passed us, before coming to a halt. we entered.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
memories.
thunder clashing afar, signalling the soon arrival of rain once again. the sky got darker and winds are just bustling through, sweeping fallen leaves from where they rest.
i'm sitting here comfortably, infront of my lappy, when a memory came by.
"i feel like holding you tight, bury my head into your chest and knowing that it's just us both right now. nothing else matters." i tweeted.
i almost brought myself to tears at that memory:
we were waiting for the N train, to get to Times Square, because both of us were reluctant to go home that day. It was past midnight, and he was leaving that very evening, while i already had plans to go to Six Flags.
To catch a train this late takes up a longer time than usual. we waited and waited, and probably 10 or 15 minutes passed by without the N train coming to our platform.
I glanced at him and said, "can i hug you? i feel like hugging you."
"aww, ofcourse you can." those words still clearly embedded in my mind.
I held him tight, body to body, head on his chest. damn, he felt so comfortable. that was either due to his body being quite built, or it was just the fatigue talking. i think both.
he gently rested his head on mine, and i closed my eyes. for that split second, it felt like nothing else mattered, it's just him and i now. the world was behind us.
then, loud clangs of railway tracks against metal echoed through the tunnel, accompanied by the rustling air as the train zoomed passed us, before coming to a halt. we entered.
i'm sitting here comfortably, infront of my lappy, when a memory came by.
"i feel like holding you tight, bury my head into your chest and knowing that it's just us both right now. nothing else matters." i tweeted.
i almost brought myself to tears at that memory:
we were waiting for the N train, to get to Times Square, because both of us were reluctant to go home that day. It was past midnight, and he was leaving that very evening, while i already had plans to go to Six Flags.
To catch a train this late takes up a longer time than usual. we waited and waited, and probably 10 or 15 minutes passed by without the N train coming to our platform.
I glanced at him and said, "can i hug you? i feel like hugging you."
"aww, ofcourse you can." those words still clearly embedded in my mind.
I held him tight, body to body, head on his chest. damn, he felt so comfortable. that was either due to his body being quite built, or it was just the fatigue talking. i think both.
he gently rested his head on mine, and i closed my eyes. for that split second, it felt like nothing else mattered, it's just him and i now. the world was behind us.
then, loud clangs of railway tracks against metal echoed through the tunnel, accompanied by the rustling air as the train zoomed passed us, before coming to a halt. we entered.
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