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All those scenes to this affair.

We watched the sun set. We watched it slowly making its way past the horizon. It was the first time I watched the sunset with someone I loved right next to me. It was the movie definition of perfect. There was a bone freezing chill in the air. His warm muscular arms were wrapped around my tiny fragile shivering body. The sky was all shades of orange and red. Almost as if someone set the sky on fire, cause they knew of our secret. Of our love. Of our secret spot. And they were jealous. I would have been too, had I been that someone else.We were sitting on big rocks. Blouders; close enough for the ocean spray to moisten our skin.It was just like the movies. It was just how I always wanted it  to be.

Okay. So maybe I lied a little. But you wouldn’t have known, had I not mentioned it. Everyone lies to make things better.

Here’s how it really happened.

We watched the sun set. We watched it slowly making its way past the horizon. At least I did. You commented that it was going ‘rather fast’ in your Ohsoclever sarcastic tone. I chuckled. It was the first time I watched the sun set with someone I loved right next to me. It was better than a movie. There was a bone freezing chill in the air. My arms were wrapped around his big shivering body. He was cold. More than cold. His teeth were chattering. It was rather amusing. I tried to keep him warm. There was only so much warmth my fragile body could generate to his. The sky was all shades of orange and red. Almost as if someone set the sky on fire cause they knew of our secret. Of our love. Of our secret spot. And they were jealous. I would have been too, had I been that someone else. We were sitting on big rocks.Boulders; close enough for the ocean spray to moisten our skin. It was more than I could ask for. More  than I could want. I was content. And in that tiniest of second, his lips moved on to mine. warming my face, as my icy fingers took shelter on his trembling chest.

It was a different kind of love. The kind that’s easy and comforting. The kind where you don’t care how your hair looks like, or if your pyjamas looked too withered and old. It was the warm I love you kind.

Yours truly,

Painted shadow

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And the world spins madly on

If I was to step in to the sun, my skin would flake and peel off. I’ll slowly disintegrate into nothing. I’d burn until nothing was left.

If i was to catch the sunset with my eyes or if the warm soft rays hit my skin,I’d fall in to a deep oblivion. I’d be falling and falling in to a deep well that has no end.  If  I was to breathe the same air that I have been for the past 5 years, my insides would spill out. My insides will be my outside and vice versa.

If I was to run and run and just keep running with no shoes on my already blistered feet. And noone barking at my heels, I’d be breathless. I’d be a spirit. I’d be completely free. Free from you. Free from him and you. Free from everything.

So after I’ve felt the heat of a sunrise on my ribs and the warmth of a sunset on my eyelashes, and only after I’ve breathed the cleanest air, only then will I be able to run. I’ll be able to run leaving my footprints on the sand and not bothering about the waves washing them clean, erasing my mere existence. The only proof of my existence will be erased.  Instead, I’ll just keep running. At least it’ll keep me happy.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.