A triple post! To keep the blog alive!
Multi post!okay okay. On to serious matters. I have something to share with all you x'peians and other readers of this blog today. Something from the bottom of my heart, and undeniably true.
I have found Love. The One that I will spend eternity with.
It was quite obvious to me it was her really. I don't know how I missed all those pointers and clues. All the signs showed me she was the One. She herself yielded the information to me on many turns. So many hints strewn all over the place, and me, in my infinite foolishness, missed them all.
As for the moment itself, it was truly love at first sight.
It was so surreal, I couldn't believe it was happening.
The secret, I realised, was in the approach. The way she sereptitiously crept up to me, and the hidden glances I kept stealing towards her. And then, we got the opportunity to communicate. I remember the first time we held conversation. It was late at night, and I heard a Call. And before I knew it, there I was, sitting before the window, staring skywards, totally distracted, utterly lost in a world of my own.
We've had more intimate moments since then. There was this particular night. The sky was exceptionally clear, and we were out somewhere quiet. The feeling was magically. It was as if my very spirit and being was elevated by the mere thought of her, and my heart soared, wings outreached, an open target for cupid's arrow.
What captivates me most about her? Her eyes. They glow with the brightness of a billion stars, and shine with the splendor of the finest nova. And when you glance past the surface, you see their endless depths, as the reach into the vast expanses of forevermore. Like the deepest night, they have an allure that is simply hypnotic. You can see the reflections of the infinite darkness of a blackhole in them, and from that abyss, you sense, and in the back of your mind you hear, thoughts that arise from the soul of an angel.
She is the stuff of dreams. Enthralling to the last, yet elusively out of reach. She is never at rest, never at peace, always busy, changing, evolving, growing. In her presense, I feel so out of my depth, so immature, so insignificant. It's like I'm drowning in her presence.
For my own part, I have never had a thought, or an image, that I could not set down in words, with even more distinctness, than with which I first conceived it. She is however that particular class of fancy, and her beauty and magnificance is of a kind that of which I have as yet found impossible to adapt to language. My attraction to her, my devotion, arises from the soul, and with her, I find myself at the apex of the most intense tranquility, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection, and I find myself drifting down the seas of my thoughts, reaching a place and a time where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams.
And now I've captured this fancy, and it seems to me, that at every moments, all that I see, or seem, is but a dream, within a dream.
My baby, she's out of this world!
peace, yo!
wang.
