Only You

When the car stopped and its door is unlocked, the driver left his seat to greet you and relief you of the hassle of opening the door to the passenger seat beside his; whether or not there's another car behind his at that time was of no importance at all.

Only after the belt rested softly across your breathtaking figure and the smoothing CD has been put on 'play', he then works his responsibility to drive you to the place that well-suites your grace and existence; when the journey started, necessity was no longer the reason for him to check on the side mirror nearest to you.

As the car travels along the traffic, he lowers down the air-conditioner, noted how vulnerable the fine dress have made you to the low temperature in the car; in order to keep your inner self warm and cozy, he started to sing along the "Singalongsong" that was meant only for you.

Slowly and softly he stepped on the break pedal, while you are detaching the seat belt, he offed the engine and walked down the car and get to the door on your side; when you were ready, he opened up the door and let your appearance shone through every corner of the street.

He kept his tag as driver and put on another, with 'security' written on it, then he walked you to the vintage, classy cafe that has been painted in mysterious orange just to get bit closer to the mysterious you; he offered his palm for yours to rest on it and opened up every door and inch of path in front of you.

Knowing how much the coffee tastes better when it is warm, he ordered a cup of hot mocha, complimented by a slice of fine cheese cake for you; the foam on the mocha exhibits the feeling of many, including himself, dedicated for you, while its taste carries only bitterness that is gentle enough for you.

Finally, he has muscled up enough courage to look right into the eyes of this mesmerizing, magnetizing angel on earth and talked, listened to you; how blessed he feels to play such roles in your life and how confused he is, knowing that he is bestowed with such privilege even when he is of such minor existence on this earth.

He just couldn't keep his eyes off you throughout the conversation, the same goes to his ears, heart and the urge to start telling you about your never-ending uniqueness; he excused himself, returned with tissues and a cup of water, when some of the mocha just couldn't bear to leave your cute, delicious lips. 

Automatically, his phone came out from his pocket and started to snap your pictures of every single action and smile; every instinctive click on the button just reminded him of how lucky he is and every scene taken shunt renowned paintings of ladies, like "Mona Lisa", "The Birth of Venus" and "Girl with a Pearl Earring".

You are fine beyond your understanding and the universe's comprehension until your existence should only be fit in heaven; the Mr. 'Timekeeper' got so caught up by your beauty until he forgot to maintain the pace of the passing time as it should be and hours just flew away in light-speed...

He stood up, moved up beside you and opened up his hand to accept the blessing by your soft and gentle touch; step by step he led you down the stairs and out from the cafe before it got overwhelmed by your intolerable physical and personality. 

The journey back went slow and steady, inevitably, the whole city gathered along the route which he taken with you just to have a glimpse of this heavenly individual; the 17th track, "够不够" came in at the very time and he sang it, while looking at you with a smile, trying to be playful and cheeky around you.

Sharp at 12, the princess has been sent to her doorsteps and he was going to leave his car to service you again; however, before he did so, he said "Thank you" while looking at you, then slowly, he got close and kissed you on your cute cheek, knowing he will be damned for doing such to a sweet, sweet angel like you.

"Girl, may I be your driver and security guard for the rest of my life? I am crazy in love with You and I know you know it. So please don't do anything cruel to me for I could be as fragile as a piece of glass..."

Vessel

If there's a vessel sailing on the open sea, with no telling of where, no telling of how, no telling of when and why, would it still be considered as 'sailing' or it is more appropriate to describe it as 'drifting'?

 

Its haul might be damaged from the rocks and waves, just as its crews might be overwhelmed by the worries and uncertainties and yet, it still carries on, travelling, sailing or drifting, from one point to another. Would it be somewhat pityful or it is more of a fool's persistence?

 

The ocean wasn't meant to remain settled forever, just as the wind wasn't meant to remain silent for the rest of time. Still, there'll always be some pleasent time from now and then. Then again, how should it be reacted to? With celebration and joy or with silence and stillness?

 

A normal cycle of a vessel tends to circle around sea and harbor; it is at the sea, where it could live to its purpose and goal and it is at the harbor, where it could be repaired and prepared for the next undertaking...yet, as simple as it may sound to be, not all is blessed with this simplicity.

 

How long have it been, since anyone of us ever stop and rest for a decent period of time without thinking or worrying about when it should be ended? To be not thinking about the troubles, remorses, regrets, feedbacks or anything burdensome in life...

 

How long have it been, since anyone of us ever take our bag and leave home, not to work, play or out of any particular purpose but simply, to embark on a journey which would allow us to be mesmerized by the beauty of everything and everyone that stood on this earth?

 

There could always be a list filled with "How long..." However, it's quite rare to even have a small note filled with preciase dates and time.

 

Life's like a vessel sometimes; it could be worse or same but at the same time, it could be slightly or way better as well. It is never really or perhaps rarely, a matter of how life force us to be but it is really, precisely or perhaps always, a story of how we force life to be...

 

How many of us realise about it?

How many of us know and do something about it?

How many of us even admiting it at the first place?

 

 

Happiness and laughters could be lasting, only if we allow them enough time to root. Sadness and regrets could be uplifted, only if we provide them enough time to heal. Everything can be altered, only if we give and let it to happen. But do I? Do you?

 

'No'

Ever since the first cry, we have somewhat became the couple of 'No'. Most of us actually dislike this partner of ours, yet we just can't seem to be able to shake it off. 

All those dumpers and dumpees out there, how many times have we dumped or be dumped? Then again, as often as 'dump' happens on you and me, never once it is applicable on the 'No'. 

"No! You can't do this."

"No! You can't do that."

We don't love the word. In fact, we hate to get it from others sometimes. We loved our ex and might still be loving him/her as well. Still, we dumped or be dumped. Why? Have anyone of us ever ask ourselves why this will happen?

"No?" 

"Why no? Why none?"

"Why we can be so cruel to others sometimes for ourselves yet in this manner, we are as helpless as them?"

"No?"

"Are you not as helpless as I've said?"

"Then you still can't get the 'No' out of your life?"

"Not within your control?"

"Are you sure?" 

"No! You are not!"

"No. This is wrong. "

"No. This is impossible"

"No. This is shameful."

"No. I can't be with him/her."

"No. He/She won't change."

"No......"

And I wonder why I can't kick the 'No' out of my life like how I was kicked out by others or kicked out others. Now, isn't that a joke? 

"Yes, it is." 

"I've stopped myself in a lot of things, failing to accomplished many as well."

"I think in my past lifes, I were:

i) the guy who said there's no way I can talk to someone without seeing him, 

ii) the guy who said man can never fly in the sky, 

iii) the guy who said man can never stay under the water,

iv) the guy who said girls can never work,

v) the guy who said that, that, that is impossible..."

"Now...I am still running on the 'No' chip and keep using it on others and myself."

"I am the 'No' man, the Mr. Impossible."

"But am I alone?"

"Yes, I am!"

Now remember this for it is rare for a 'No' man to say 'Yes'... So, can you understand me?

You Should Know...

You are never a girl with bad temper; you are just being caring.

You are never too demanding; you are trying to show me how you want me to love you better. 

You are never fat; you are just telling the world that you've found the right one, whom you can enjoy your life with.

You are never selfish; you are still caring by reading this and your decision would allow a fresh start for us.

You are never unloved anymore; you will always be someone in me, whom I love till the last breathe. 

Give me your hand again and I shall hold them firmly this time. 

Show me your vulnerability and I shall wrap it with love.

Turn on your back and I shall always look over you from far.

The Lesson from Expressing Love

If I have met you when I was 3, I would not know how to write you a love letter. Instead, I would tell you about my feeling using the easiest words, "I love you".

7 years later, I would start to feel shy and ashamed of expressing my feeling to you directly. Hence, I would write you my first love note and it will go like this, "I am not Spiderman but I will always stick to you. I am not Superman but I will fight off people who try to bully you. I love you".

As time goes by, my vocabulary tends to be enriched. And by that time, I could write you my first love letter, "You are as bright as the moon at night; you shed light to the darkness inside me. Whenever you smile, I couldn't help but to be stunned and mesmerized by it. You are magical...... I love you".

In time, my ability to express my feeling to you might seem to be improved. However, it could be deteriorating as well; I've lost the ability to be direct. In fact, I am complicating things more and more. My feeling for you remains but regardless of how much I wish for you to know, I could no longer express myself like when I was 5. If only you understand, know and believe...... I love you.