the rest of my
life and two minutes more...
I looked into her eyes. I felt this was the right time.
Her eyes, those eyes that had charmed their way into my heart. Every time I
looked at her, her piercing stare seemed to look right into my soul. She seemed
to want to care about me. Rather than just doing it because she had to. My
parents were like that. They never really took the trouble to know who I really
was. But they're of no incidence. Her eyes. They just seem to hold me as if...
I'm really what matters to her. They seem to smile at me when I make her laugh,
tell me her sorrow even though she's usually strong enough to hold back the
tears.
Her smile. Her captivating, enchanting smile. I never knew beauty, till I looked
at her face lit up by her smile. She's got the kind of smile that you're always
looking out for. That's because you know that one look at her smile and you will
have made your day. Sometimes, I'd fall so in love with her smile, that knowing
that I hadn't made her smile any given day, would break my heart.
Her frown. It's not something that usually attracts a person to another. But
it's just the way she does it. I've never felt so enthralled by anything else,
but when you'd look at her pout her lips and look at you, cos she's just been
let down by someone, it makes you want to go to her, hold her in your arms, hold
her close to you, and whisper softly, telling her that everything's going to be
alright. And that no one would ever hurt her again, although you know you would
let them just so you could hold her close again, be her knight in shining armor.
She looks at me wondering what I'm trying to say. I've got a look in my eyes
that she just can't place. I talk to her...
"You know, I've loved you since the first time I saw you. I can't explain it,
but I know it's not a simple infatuation. You mean so much to me. Everyday I've
hoped that I could get a chance to talk to you. You really do make my day.
You've been in my life for barely two years, and yet you mean more to me than
anyone I've ever known. I've always wanted to tell you how much I love you. How
much I care for you. I know you care for me. I just don't know how much. And I
really don't know if you love me. Somehow, I have a feeling that you never
could. And it hurts me. It pains me to know that I'll have to sit back and watch
you love somebody else, when I know that no man could love you with the devotion
with which I could. It pains me to know that I'll never be able to hold you in
my arms, stroke your hair back from your eyes, and speak softly these words that
mean so much to me, that show you that I'm ready to live the rest of my life for
you, to make you happy, to make you smile."
And I took out that small piece of paper. It held few words, but they always
escaped my memory.
And softly, I spoke to her, said,
"I love you girl,
Yes I do,
You are my sunshine
My sky so blue.
So, believe me girl,
when I say, I love you
Cos I really mean it,
Coo-coo-kachoo.."
And the moment I said that last word, I looked up at her. She was staring at the
ground at first. But a quiet realization dawned upon her, and I felt it. She
looked up at me and smiled. She laughed a bit. Then just smiled, and stepped up
to me. The ledge seemed to fit us both quite well. I closed my eyes, because I
wanted to trust that she would understand what I was trying to tell her. And
then, she fell into my arms. Pushing me back ever so slightly. Just enough for
me to step off that thirteenth floor windowsill.
I opened my eyes as I fell, only to find her still in my arms. And as she smiled
and kissed me softly, I understood what she was trying to say.
She said,
"I love you. I want to live the rest of my life with you. I never want to love
another man, as long as I can love you."
Those two minutes seemed to last just a second, but I knew I'd see it again. And
that's when I knew this had to be heaven.
It just had to be...
I looked into her eyes. I felt this was the right time...