Bars and Tones

 (Originally published 11.8.2012)

I've been aching to go to bed but I've got this itch to write. I miss the feeling of getting down and dirty writing my thoughts down and not worrying whether someone somewhere “misreads” my thoughts.

t's been a crazy couple of weeks. I have tried my best to stay away from the keyboards but thinking about you, I felt obligated to at least tell you how I feel—whoever you are!

We've not quite met when I started loving you that way I do now. The first time I saw you, I knew we had to meet and we did eventually, pretty much where I first saw you and almost along the same lines. I wasn't aware of it at the time but I somehow felt our paths would cross and our worlds would collide in a pleasant manner.

It is difficult not to be enchanted by you and to keep myself composed in your presence. Often I would catch myself staring while you work your magic; doing what you do best. I know I am in good hands whenever you're around.

In many ways, you make my life a little easier to bear with. I am unmindful of time whenever we're together despite being short of it.

If only I can be with you a little longer...

If only I can hold your gaze enough for you to feel what I feel...

if only I could hold your hand and never let go...

...but we did hold hands albeit only for a fraction of a moment—too short even for you to have noticed or acknowledged. It was while we were crossing the street and a motorcycle rider came speeding past. You were thrown back. Maybe you looked to me for protection. Our fingers touched and intertwined.

I was electrified!

Like most everything, that too was gone too soon—archived only in memory. Like the rare moments we found ourselves together; the night, the rain, the music and the booze were silent witnesses to my crime of wanting you, needing you; thankful for the opportunity to be in the same room with you; thankful for that evening stroll along the bay and for the honor of being the one who watched over you. I was silent for the most part not because I had nothing to say but because there was only one thing I really wanted to say.

You remind me of the Little Prince's “rose”. In a sea full of faces, yours alone stands out. You are beautiful. I am but one among many in appreciating you and like them, I too desire you.

You have tamed me.

Almost a year since, nothing has changed. You still hold that magical spell every time you walk into the room. Your voice is ever as soothing as when I first heard it. Now that I know you a little better, I have loved you even more.


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