It was dreamlike but vividly clear at the same time. I was looking at your face basked under the moonlight. But really, it was just the incandescent light coming from the balcony of your room. Still, the effect looks the same. The light illuminates the curve of your face. Your shoulders. Your chest. I can feel the warmth radiating through your body and the scent of your skin. Earthy. Natural. With no hint of grandiosity and pretensions. Your eyes glow against the darkness that surrounds us. It looked warm. Deep. Sad. And I am compelled by the possible adversities hidden behind those stares and usual smiles. That something inside seemed to be seeking answers to questions of reasons and meaning.
I thought of the circumstances that led me here beside you staring in awe. The casual coffee and conversation invite. Books waiting to be read. And french music deciphered poorly by recognition of tone.
And as someone who believes that we are all a part of the great universe, which consist of same atoms as ours,
I asked "why?"
It was the same question we exchanged from time to time. Yet the answer we expect should convey either an assurance or an explanation.
"Why?"
Despite the diversity of our paths, they have crossed. But neither would employ star-crossed drama you normally see during the plays you attended.
"Why?"
I wonder the reason of submission. Why a lone-wolf hold no fear nor hesitation, but rather openness and relief in the face of a predator.
"Why?"
The same question I asked myself.
"Why?"
I answered, "nothing."
And I wasn't sure whether I meant that just to answer your questions or to cease my nuisance.
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