“It was a lie”, when he murmured the thought, he wasn’t sure in what many ways he had hoped to see her, but her fake eyes lashes, were the last one . Poor john didn’t know the heaviness of the gravity that was yet to come upon his head. There was no humanly word or sense to try portray how lovely she was looking, already stealing the moonlight, she was reflecting her own radiance when she came walking like on a red carpet, red with respect and more with love.
“But you don’t know me” that was the dumbest question he thought she had asked him. In an eighth of a second the message circled on his mind like a tornado of new feelings he was stranger to. In the other eighths, came the vivid image of hers, he had had on the late nights, when he used to rummage around the idea of a right attitude. The most resplendent beauty, more in the selfish heart of her solo individual entity, flew across oceans over hours most specifically not to be called a liar, not because she had a fake lash. In the other sixth of the remaining he calmed himself with all the confident he was able to hoard to welcome a girl who in a Friday night, could challenge Venus.
The next image of hers sitting in front of him, sharing the table, decorated with the lights of the evening shook himself from his reality and slammed his fragile heart in a cold concrete.
“John, you look nervous, Hiii” the excitement in her eyes weren’t lying when Sharon greeted him.
“Heaven on earth!” The flowers in her hand, the redness in the color of the tender petals, so right it seemed on her. He knew he couldn’t resist her exquisiteness when he had asked her to dine with him that evening. It was 14th lunar night and the crescent moon above his head felt like a smile in mockery or out of jealousy for everything he had prayed her to be. The waitress took no time but it was a painful relief to be taken away from instances as such. When you blurt a question to yourself and then you cant even think to solve it or answer, because the moment john laid eyes on her, beyond the enticing beauty, he saw the image of person he always wanted to be. The ability of him to comprehend the reality were taken away from him the moment she took his name. She appeared a world in herself, so right to seem true, like a heaven on earth. The analogy was stupid but it sounded sweet on the person for whom all the great words on the books would fail to elucidate.
“You know I have been here before. Really a heaven on earth” Sharon spoke as her eager pretty eyes turned the crafted pages of the menu, the classy of it surely deserved someone like her he supposed. The food she ordered were also beautiful, some French name he couldn’t repeat. “I read people” he had replied that day. “I mean if I want, not that I would”. A wild guess upon a person’s principle. That, it was crime for him; the time was when the beauty of attitude and gentleness of the souls had no place amidst the meaningless winks and kisses.
Sharon stood 5’6 tall but surely her principles stood tallest than everyone’s around. With unquestionable morals, and unshakable belief, she was enjoying the life she deserved, not of anything but of the values she earned since she opened her life to self love. Time drifted along with the clouds now, making the envious Venus clearer. It was he, Sharon, jealous moon, and envious Venus he felt he was dining with. The rest of the world, while winces in complains, nor that he thought or that he cared.
Sharon was a fighter, he knew. He felt it wasn’t the first time he met her, she lived in him, most of the evenings, when he would look to the farthest star on the south and send love with words only she would hear.
The dusk was approaching near and the relativity of Einstein was completely in effect, time was passing so fast amidst the happiness they shared and the depth of conversation into which he walked with her.
He waited impatiently while she returned from the lavatory, waiting by her car, the thudder of his heart, the only sound there was. The last of the minutes with her until don’t know when, surely it was a painful farewell but it surely was worth it.
Sharon walked towards him, just like she had when this evening. With a smile more decent and an image more theatrical to reality.
She looked at him for the last time, her light foundation around her eyes were wiped, so were the lip gloss, her hair was unmade and dropped carefree around her slender long neck, and her lashes gone.
It didn’t take him more than an eighth of a second to realize that he wouldn’t have been able to fathom such trueness and such superlative of all the best adjectives that she was. He wouldn’t have been able to resist such a beauty that he surely couldn’t handle. She was too beautiful to look true, a masterpiece of soul carved in a perfect sleeve of human. She was menuetto allegretto in person. And it didn’t take him any more time to know that she knew. John froze in time, looked at her, and let eyes do all the talking of the hearts.
“so john, next time no lashes, I promise” with a wink, Sharon rode through the night disappearing into the distance like an anticipated comet you wait and wish to stay, only left to wonder hours after it has turned into a distant oblivion.
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