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 And yes it was drizzling outside, and the coolness from the breeze when blended with the warmth from her radiating self, it was a disaster.

I peeped at her eyes almost every time. It would be a fleck of seconds but it would take me so inside of her. So sullen her blinks would be, never had I hoped, and so lost I would be yet it was an adventure ride. She would speak and everything was silenced, except the sound of the rain that would mean surplus to her melodious words. 

I could see her speak. Like the words were being carved beautifully in her more recherche neck and sweetened by the lethal lips. So succulent the atmosphere it was, like something planned from the favorite of the dreams.

I had never in my life felt the racing that I had that day. I was way into my memory lanes. If I had my maya meter in the days, I am not sure it was green despite of everything. But now just when her so brilliant eyes blink with the fluttering lids, shadowed beautifully with the right cover of the befitting makeup, it damn right melted me.

Melted where the guards I held up high with the fear of being not valued. Deliquesced where the walls I held up high for personality that was so demeaning..

But there she was with her never wearing eyes watching joyfully at me, simplifying every mainstream irrational principle. 

She was speaking, I got tripped into, yes. I could see her speak, not just were her words, giving me a sense of hearing, it was like my whole cingulated gyrus and amygdala that were hit. It was a communication between all the six senses at once. I say to boo, how surreal it sounds. But it cannot be any less truer. But I wanted to stop her. 

It was almost past evening, like I say, when the sun was sleeping and the stars were just awake. When the first cricket and all the insects started to sing in the garden, and when the moon light was on her lustrous face, and her eyes flawlessly reflecting the slim flame of the candle, and I was melting painlessly but with a rightfully earned warmth from her. And I was taken to the world of my dreams to see her hum about the princess that was inside her. I was stopping her another second. It would be a savior to my innocent self that was fighting a different cute but tough war inside.

I wanted to hold her arm, despite of the verity that it  could give me a shock instead, so much  of beauty like right infront of you, and so much of cuteness tangled with right sweetness. In a speckle of moment, when there was the right beam on her face, and the right stars in the sky, when the redness on her glowing face was not red anymore, and the cheeks were tending a affectionate dimple, I gathered my leftover nerve and a heart more adoring than of poor romeo’s

It was only 5 cm distant our eyes were, and some 30 cm distant our hearts were, I held her soft nippy hands and that was when the whole universe stopped. Too intricate it was when everything stopped right when we were pitch locked, like the rains were held us above our head waiting;  Moon and stars weren’t blinking, eyes wide open, the crickets were silent and silent were our hearts, escaping beats, then it was when we were eye to eye, heart to heart, and whole real universe was waiting, except one person who could and did ruin it, the supposedly supporting waiter disturbed to bring us the ice-cream when we already were about to finish our first bite of it already.