Drops of Jupiter

As I lie here right next to you, I try to adhere myself towards the person that I long for despite the surreptitious and abrupt movements when you breathe. I here it in me, I hear it in you, my heart beats robustly but I feel feeble at the same time. I cannot contemplate this feeling any longer, for you have taken my breath away.

It's funny how therapeutic this seems when I lay my head on your chest, hearing the pounding beats of your heart, it just makes me feel nonchalant. But when you start to stroke my hair gingerly, then you put on that smile that seems oh so familiar, I cannot help myself to give in to that impetuous glance of your amiable eyes.

The world around us seemed apathetic, but I guess that's how it has always been when we would just stare at each other under the gloomy night sky next to the hillside and appease ourselves with simple smiles of captivated feelings. It would then seem funny as I look back to see how indolent we were towards the obscure world around us back then. But now, all there's left is a memory which now seems all so erroneous and deceitful.

However, the concealed part of my soul, the exhilarated part of my heart, the captivated part of my mind, just wants every night to be exactly the way those nights were. I still could not forget how imperative your presence was when you set foot onto my heart, how your eminent and profound actions transfixed themselves into my soul. You have become a part of me, and thou has brought me to celestial feats.

Despite the fact that you had to leave, you have left me in a rather startled state where I cannot comprehend on why must you go away. The zest that I long for, the desire of relishing myself back into your arms seems all but an absurd desire that would never be fulfilled. The fundamentals of holding this feeling inside of me had just been imprudently destroyed and thus, I have nothing left other than the memory of what could have been...

Love.