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..."