Seven Billion
by: you are my math
you were so close to me, but it still felt so far
. . .
Ten years but the words are still fresh; it tingles deep inside my memory lane. It is still my favourite.
I was sixteen, you were twenty-one, five years didn't matter. We snuck underneath the table at the thought of hiding the very best thing that we had at that time. I think that was love. It was like a seven minutes game in heaven.
Full of risks, but I assured you—always—that you were worth of all of it.
I wasn't blinded. I reminded of you that. It wasn't an admiration. It was love.
Didn't I tell you that you were the best thing in this world?
You almost doubted, but I kissed you. I think that answered almost everything that killed you inside.
That was dismissal time, when we just stayed inside that small space underneath the teacher's table. We didn't do anything, you didn't ruin the trust I have for you. We just stayed there, and talked about stars, and how equally beautiful the future could be with you on my side.
I was certain of you. I could've sworn that I felt the intensity of our love at that millisecond. You kissed my forehead, upon that noise outside the room.
We weren't afraid. The class was over, you and I weren't a teacher and student anymore. The only thing that contradicted that fact were the uniforms we wore, the IDs we hid, and the statuses that we held.
But despite that, we were just a man and a woman in loved.
Our fingers intertwined against the cold weather. You walked me home in silenced. Neither of us talked, we just enjoyed the surfacing placidity that, needless to say, defined us. It was blissful. I was contented on it. I walked behind you; you wore a red coat that time.
And I wore my school uniform.
Ain't this a bit romantically forbidden?
When we reached my home, you just stayed, standing there in front of me. I smiled, when you reached for my face. I clung onto your warm hand, savouring each moments that moved. You weren't afraid.
I just didn't care.
You leaned down, and pressed your forehead on mine. I wasn't tensed. But it seemed as though you were. I hushed you to relaxed. And you did. I could feel your agitated breathing, calmed down with very intention of listening to me.
You stared at me longer than I could feel. It was probably the longest gaze I've had with you.
"Your eyes felt like coming home." You whispered underneath the snow, and over the beat of my heart.
I smiled. No matter how much time had passed, I could just say that this one felt like timeless. I knew about our situations, I was terribly aware of it more than I should have. I knew about the consequences, but I always remind myself that you were more than worth it.
So, even if the timing was off, I'd still chase you, until the timing became our destiny.
"Whatever they say, I will always love you." Your pressed thumbs against my cold skin stayed, until you leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
When you let go, you smiled the brightest to me. That was the last time, and I couldn't put my finger as to why it felt so wrong.
In the morning, I didn't see you.
And never again I did.
Seven billion smiles, and yours is still my favorite.
fin.
A/N: because I love angst. Leave a review, have a nice day.
