#nomad junho

Words sometimes feel so bland when they’re not accompanied by a melody. In many ways, he came to find that that was what you brought to the relationship, a sweet entrancing melody.

It wasn’t imposing, just a subtle sequence of the most beautiful notes. It felt like being lost in a dream, every time he’d set his eyes on you he’d find himself back in that musical paradise. Perhaps it was a spell you had cast on him, one that made everything synthesize with you.

It was always there, from the first time you met on that seemingly unfortunate Sunday morning. The day had yet to begin but it was already going against your favor.

An early morning after an eventful night, making your way home at the peak of the day hoping to stay in your bed for the rest of the day after a good shower. You had it all planned out in your head, but you just had to loose your keys. So you stood there in front of your dorm apartment, head resting against the door, trying to think of a solution but all you could do was doze off.

Once you put yourself to it, it was easy to find the keys. However it wasn’t easy walking all the way back to your friends’ place in the late October rain.

By the time you arrived you were drenched from head to toe, shivering from the autumn chills. You probably couldn’t remember his face when he opened the door to you, a mix of surprise and wonder. “How did you get into such a drastic situation?” was written on his face as he let you into the house, eyes lingering even though he was initially headed out.

Without thinking further about it he followed you in, shutting the door behind him. Your friends must have still been asleep for a stranger to be the one handing you a towel, taking your wet jacket off your body. You tried racking your brain for any memory of his eyes, as yours met his, for less than a second surely but it felt like a moment beyond time. You thought maybe you could remember his hands, that held gently onto you as he sat you down but he was entirely new to you.

Despite the fact that he was unknown to you, every move he made seemed so familiar. There was something so delicate in his allure, you couldn’t help but stare at him as he patted down your wet skin, from your face to your palms.

The feeling was mutual, from the moment he saw you he felt drawn towards you, at first it may have been a friendly gesture but as he got closer the feelings also evolved.

“I feel like you’re going to get sick if you stay in those. I’ll get you some dry clothes from Sangha.” He pulled the corners of the towel on your shoulder, wrapping you in the slight warmth it brought. A smile creeped up on your lips as he turned away walking off to your friend’s room.

It was funny in some way, it felt like he wasn’t supposed to be a stranger to you and yet he was. The more you got to know him the more you hated that he was ever just that.

In that day alone you felt something you had rarely ever felt, even less with a stranger. As you cleaned the house from the damages of the party with the goal of finding your lost keys, you got to know more about him.

“How come we’ve never met?” you looked up at him as you sat on the couch, holding onto the found keys you had been searching for together for the past thirty minutes. He walked over taking a seat beside you, resting his head on the backrest.

“It’s funny right?” He turned over to you with a smile, you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight. Your eyes fluttered as you looked anywhere away from him, you couldn’t even hide your flustered expression as his gaze followed.

Eventually you remembered you needed to get home since you had your keys and so you got up from the couch, blurting out words to excuse yourself without showing that he was the reason you couldn’t stay put.

“I’ll drive you, I have to head out as well.”

So you ended up stuck with him in a car this time, with no emergency exits. He, unlike you enjoyed the feeling you brought him even with the short time you knew each other.

Sitting there in the car with you through the damp roads cleared up the dulled out sound that had been resounding from the moment he opened the door.

It wasn’t a long drive to your place but for some reason it felt longer than walking earlier. You tried to keep your eyes forward towards to road but you never realized when your eyes ended back on him.

In the same way he watched you rest your head on the window, glancing from the road to his side where you were rested. The thought of placing his hand between the glass and your head through the slightly bumpy roads came up often but instead he tightened his grip on the wheel.

Eventually you got to your place, but it was harder to just walk away as you imagined you would do. You sat there for a couple seconds in silence before he spoke up for you.

While you saw the thundering in your heart as a warning sign, he felt it was a song that brought him closer to you, the louder it became the better.

Every step you took together from that morning lead you to this moment where your love for each other exceeds words. Without the melodies those words came with, there was a sort of vacancy waiting to be filled.

It just so happened that every moment spent in your company was the lost symphony that came to fill up all the words spoken. In every glimpse of a wrinkle that came with the bright smile that you wore, a string was plucked resounding an echo of a melodic sequence of notes. Just in that recurring sound he could feel a small buildup, like every fragment of love he had ever felt for you was brought back into his heart.

It always made you laugh, the way your smiles always resulted in a soft kiss. You couldn’t help smiling whenever you were with him, he was one of the only things that felt right in the mess of your life so you’d giggle, grimace, grin, unconsciously waiting for his lips.

The subtle curve that followed the sight of your own, watching him get closer to your face, letting his hands cup your cheeks as he watched your shyness resurface. Shaky eye contact the closer he got till the flutter as your eyes shut close, letting his lips press against yours.