Hundred ways to say - 'I Love you'
Call me when you get home-
Only a fool would consider himself a wise one. Tell himself he’s a scholar when really, he’s simply another soul walking the path into the labyrinth of the enormity. In this short life that the wonders fool us to be perceived as eternity, the amount of time is not enough to simply know everything. How unfortunate we are, human’s are only exposed to the shallowest things. The ones out of their control, the ones commanded by heart. The ability to feel. The question has always lingered there in the deepest corner of his mind. The ones only unfolded once he’s at peace or sense contentment. During the time left, what else should he strive to see before his breathe inevitably loses Its grip. The answer is far from being identified. He could list an endless length, but one in there would be Sophie. No matter how hard he tried, she’s like a piece of poetry written by angels. He’ll forever be a fool, a man who’ll be lost for eternity. The sound of being lost with her by his side, however, he’d never trade for anything.
That night at the bus stop during the storm, after they separated he thought he’d never get to see her again. Just another face that passed by. What kind of place It is we call Earth. What a coincidence that this woman is scared of the sky in It’s worst. How did she make him lose himself and offered even his own jacket, just her eyes were enough to pull him away and bring him to the sweetest of dreams he never wanted to wake up. A miracle or whatever It was he would never know, but he felt grateful every single day for what happened that day. The day she smiled and offered her name, Sophie.
The wheels of the car halted. It has arrived at the familiar destination, a place he can navigate with his eyes closed. The two spent the day together outside, unlike their usual activity of staying in bed from morning till evening. It’s Minho who usually suggests that and Sophie insisting he gets some rest. The lack of sleep in her eyes is a serious matter while to him It’s something he’s dealt with since before he could remember. Right beside her is when his eyes fully close, where all his concerns shatter. Where he’s truly at peace. “Do you want me to come up?” he inquired while pulling the gear back into parking position. “I have to get up early the next morning, I’ll just sleep right away I don’t think you should come” she spoke while her hands hook around the bags of groceries and clothes they’ve been spending on all day. A simple nod was given in return.“Call me when you get home alright?” one of his favorite sentence slipped from her lips and he smiled. The seatbelt restrained him from wrapping his arms around her, but he managed to lean close enough to catch the soft scent of her perfume. His hand caressed her face gently as If he fears that he’ll damage her. Without a word, Minho’s lips pressed against her forehead. ‘I will, beautiful’ he left those words with her in a form of affection. To her It was enough, words are unnecessary.
I’m too lost to come up with something else, I hope this is alright. Sorry for the cheese. Please don’t cringe, I know you will.
Just watched something extra romantic, hope you don’t mind. I’m just too dumb to come up with anything else at this moment.
