Mr. Brightside Will Catch Ms. Brighter Than Sunshine When She Falls

November 20, Circa Unrevealed

I turned the shiny aluminum knob of the shower, allowing warm water to gush out of the spigot, striking at my skin with such soothing embrace, the pores of my body seeping the warmth that somehow repelled all the bad vibes I had within me. My hands were leaning on the cool white marble wall, letting the water slide against the contours of my body, seemingly like the rain cascading along the canal-like way created by my spine, washing away all the dirt and sweat on my back. And as I held my head up, I brushed the mist off the mirror with my palm, and saw myself staring back at me…the face of a man who was indubitably elated of the prospect of seeing the woman that bended the law of time itself, wherein she was the only being in technicolor in a black & white slow motion scene; and upon seeing that immaculate face of hers that literally left me in awe, I was but rendered motionless as my sight first gazed on her as she stood alone on that one fateful night that I wouldn’t forget — May 10th.

And I stepped outside our humble abode, looked up at the empty sky save for the orb outline of the lovely moon that was pinned on the broad black backdrop, and asked for God’s guidance throughout the night. I ambled my way along the paved ground of our compound towards the garage, taking my pace slowly, beaming with delight as I realized that in a few minutes time I would once again be able to behold her.

The clink of the car keys broke the deafening silence as I started the engine, bringing life into the machinery, commencing the rise of my edginess. I turned on the a/c button on the dashboard, sending a blast of cool air onto my face, dousing the fire of nervousness brewing inside of me. Releasing the lock, the drop-down drawer declined, revealing within the canister of my favorite scent. So I spritzed a little of the perfume on me, ejecting a fog of atomized liquid particles, enlivening my sense of smell with such intensity.

With the headlights on, I hit the gears, and proceeded on the path bound her home where I will be picking her up. It was just a short drive; short enough that I could’ve just covered the distance by mere walking. The close proximity of the places where we hold residence clearly engaged me on a wonderment as to why it was only then that I met her, despite my decades of frequency on that very spot, questioning why there wasn’t even an intervention from the cosmic god that could’ve somehow crossed our trails together years earlier.

And then I arrived, rendezvousing at the exact time —08:00 pm.

Right hand in my pocket, I snapped out my phone and directly called to inform her I was already out, answering my call approximately after four rings. Upon hearing her voice, I was like a sailor enchanted by the siren’s call, enthralled and enraptured; the emotion I bore that moment was insanely blissful, so blithe I would’ve been mistaken as a madman by the passersby.

And then she came out.

In spite of the darkness that shrouded the heavenly skies, it was as if she exuded a dazzling aura that almost blinded me, illuminating the shadowed area where she walked — the only one whom I ever called Ms. Brighter Than Sunshine.

Inside the confines of the car, I switched the stereo on just so I would feel relaxed and composed, with the music playing Bruno Mar’s “Just The Way Your Are”. And so we exchanged the usual pleasantries and such. Glancing her way, I couldn’t help myself from admiring her; hands down she really looked absolutely stunning. Knowing that I might crash the vehicle onto something if I kept staring at her, I concentrated instead on the driving. We were up for dinner, so I decided of bringing her into this fancy little restaurant, where I knew it wouldn’t be that crowded. After parking, I alighted out of it, and checked if it was still open. With luck on my side, the sign still announced that it was up for business. As a gentleman, of course, I went back and opened the door for her.  I wanted to be her lone cavalier, escorting her through every struggles and adversities, standing next to her as the knight of her life, my loyalty immeasurable and boundless.

We breezed ourselves inside the establishment with much astonishment because, coincidentally, it was completely customer free. Was it planned? Not at all! Lol! We were greeted by this tall 30ish man, dressed in a striped polo shirt and well fitted jeans, who directed us to the table adjacent to a statue of a golden Buddha. With the usual protocol among restaurants, the waiter donned on his spotless white uniform, handed the both of us with the menu which I gladly browsed, inspecting their cuisine offerings. Feeling she was having difficulty from choosing, I took the liberty of selecting our meal which was comprised of the following: pasta, grilled rib, hearty sandwiches, and two servings of your not-to-forget chocolate floats.

And words came out of my mouth like a peacefully flowing river.

The progression of our conversation was smooth and informative, apparently not your typical one-sided talk, as both parties had their fair share of information. As dinner was served, we covered a number of points while chewing silently: childhood games, parental strictness, sibling rivalry, work related stuff, colleague profile, sports preference, theme park rides, movies that later segued onto robert pattinson & daniel radcliffe’s unusual resemblance, excessive metabolic activity, dislike for vegetables, and a hodgepodge of others. The dialogue was a like ping-pong game, trading blows of data about personal queries, answering in repartees.

Elbow rested on the table, I deposited my shaved chin on my hand, and listened intently on her discourse. My brown eyes were stuck on her, marveling at her silky porcelain skin, appreciating her jet black hair that outshone the brightness of lights that hung on the ceiling, watching the very movements of her candy lips while she talked. Truth be told, it wasn’t solely the law of physical attraction that got me hooked, but her visage of transparency, a personification void of pretensions and false façade, asserting my belief that she doesn’t hold even a speck arrogance and scorn.

During the course of our chat, there were countless occasions where she flashed that sparkling smile of hers, leaving me nothing but petrified as it was imbued with genuineness. Her truthful grin expelled the fright residing within me, engendering me to feel at ease amidst her companionship, as I was with someone I knew was real…what I saw was what a got.

Realizing that the store was about to close, I called for the bill and paid, signaling the impending end of our times together. And so I drove her home, taking a halt in front of their gate. Instead of sulking because of the fact that we were to part ways, I constructed and gave her my fruitiest smile ever, offered my appreciation for going out with me, handed her my favorite sweets, and then bade her goodbye. But I didn’t leave immediately, for I wanted to see her back vanish behind the closing door.

Since my musings weren’t over yet, I ended up in a decision of going forth the shores, where I will resume my ponderings, the very location where I first romanticized on a midnight swim. I took off my sneakers, sat on the sand with my arms on my knees, and reclined my back on the aroma tree’s trunk. Celebrating the unforgettable night with Poseidon, I pulled out a pack of Ferrero Rocher and a carton of Chuckie, then played “Jump Then Fall” endlessly.

And the music went like this:

‘Coz everytime you smile, I smile
And everytime you shine, I’ll shine for you
Whoa oh I am feeling you baby,
Don’t be afraid to jump then fall,
Jump then fall into me.

Transported on the comforting cuddle of my bed, I fixated my vision on the infinite universe outside my window, and said these very words: “fear not of entrusting your heart to me, for i will catch you when you fall”.

And then I dozed off to sleep smiling, with my saliva drooling onto my delicately soft pillow, stoked of seeing her again…




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