Close your eyes,
give me your hand, darling,
do you feel my heart beating,
do you understand, do you feel the same?
am i only dreaming? or is this burning an eternal flame?
he hummed along, as this ageless classic played faintly in the background. Singing along, somehow invoked an unfamiliar feeling of familiarity, a deja vu of its kind. Staring blankly outside the window, he rested his gaze on the soft fluffy fog across the horizon of greenery. it was unutterably serene. Yet his heart pounded in excitement, such an excitement, he felt, like a lost puppy had found its way home, he wagged his tail so hard, so very hard, and so orgasmically hard...
"they say love consumes." she smiled. Across the table, she surfaced into his daydream. Everything else dissolved as he looked at her making her way to join the table. her gait was so distinctive.
"yes, indeed" he knodded once, agreeing to her remark. Everything seemed to run at slow motion, and he was trying very hard to conceal the unconcealable , to contain his exploding anticipation, the anticipation of what he had planned to do tonight--millions of hyperactive metal balls were colliding onto each other, within his gut, his stomach and behind his brain, all inside of him. but he knew he had to wait, even when he was starting to feel that his breaths were heavy.
"sorry i kept you waiting" she smiled. "the ladies room was really packed" she smiled again, infact, she had never stopped smiling. Atleast, not in his eyes.in his eyes, her smile was captivating, contagious and even addictive to some point, It could melt ice faster than the warmth of the sun; Defrost a frozen stale fish faster than a 500 dollar microwave oven would. She was special, not only in his eyes, people said that she was polite and sweet, well mannered in every sense and sweet enough to cause a whole tribe of african aborigines to have diabetes.
However, It didnt matter to him, whether or not he would get diabetic. He liked her for her ingenuity. He knew it in his heart, that for that reason, like vanilla cream on his frappucino, it gave him the courage to do what he was going to do tonite.
Maybe she didnt know it, but it was fairly obvious that he could spend a million hours trying to list down all the things he liked about her, and still not be able to list them all down. She had an aura of human magnetic field in her eyes, if he stared long enough, he felt his eyeballs would just pop out of the socket and snap to hers in an instant. But whenever he looked into her eyes, his heart raced like wild horses on a stampede, nothing could make his heart race faster than looking at the lip of a breaking wave while the rumbling foam slides down the shoulder of the towering wall of water. Nothing . nothing except staring at her now. she smiled.
The pounding of his heart was deafening, it was pounding at a tempo, the metronome couldnt even define. At that very moment he fully comprehends that love IS consuming, he felt weak, drained. powerless to execute his plan. He was starting to die a little death. Fortunately for him, he had foreseen this. He had predicted the occurance of such a cripple to his plan, that he had an alternative plan. he faintly drags his arm under the table. Under the table and into his pocket. he smiled.
Trembling out of excitement pumped by the adrenalin that rushed into his body along with the lactic acid that was produced, he made a silent wish. A wish he vowed never to tell, never. Unless she had noticed it and had asked. He knew, that it would soon be the end of his anticipation, his plan would be executed at the very moment and things would settle for the night. So he took a deep breath, and slid his hand out of his pocket, right onto her unfolded fingers, he left it in her palm, a piece of paper.
And on that piece of paper, was a sentence, embedded with a million passionate vows, a thousand happy thoughts and a hundred fuzzy feelings and one true heart.
he held his breath.and watched her read.
on the piece of paper, he wrote:
Princess, would you be mine?
-han.
