Every night in the darkness and silences and my own heavy breathing and beating of the heart fast and faster, I find you. The lights burn far away in the sky, their shine fails to reach me. I close my eyes. And I see your silhouette there. Why don't you show your face? I wonder, never aloud. I hear you speak. Of love, dreams and spirituality. Among other things. You tell me tales. Some I listen to and keep with me. Others I jot down to tell the world. You smile like I want you to. Your happiness reaches those deep brown eyes. And you smell like coffee and freshly plucked sunflowers. You talk of her. And when you do, your eyes shine like pebbles in the darkness. You talk of your story. Then, somewhere between the trances of dream and reality, I lose you. Slowly, then all at once. And I wake up to sunshine and pieces of notes spread across my floor. I gather them and start writing your story. In my words.
~ Suranya