Blabberings Of A Taciturn

The sweet smell of her perfume that seems to lift me and carry me through the clouds; the fragrant smell of her hair as she flipped her hair at my side that seems to stop the very beating of my heart; her face getting so red and tears falling from her closed eyes as she laughed so hard.

I could go on and on with how everyday seems forever at the very sight and smell of you. Holding your hand for hours and not just a mere colliding for two seconds. Looking at you where everything seems to vanish and there's nothing else in the world except the two of us and not just stealing away a glimpse for few seconds. The very thought of you making me nervous, making me feel uneasy and clumsy.

But what can I do when it's not my hands that hold you for hours or my eyes looking at you or my heart that you hold dear in yours?

And all that I get is mere few seconds of colliding your hand with mine or a stolen glimpse of your lovely face when you smile.

What's worse is that my heart is owned by someone else. Tied down by the legal bindings of law and blessings of God. Am I just to love you from a distance or will I give in to my feelings and fight my love for you? But is it love that I'm fighting for?

Oh Love, wake up from your slumber and wake me up. If this is all just a dream, then I don't want to ever wake up.

But alas, I must wake up and return to reality. A reality where you could never be mine. A reality where a bottle of beer is my only companion and witness to the love I have for you.