One by one, everyone fell asleep. The television blared on, characters on screen quietly going through their pre-set actions and dialogue. Soon, I was the only one left awake, the single consciouness in a hall of 6 other sleeping friends.
She was lying next to me on the sofa, eyes closed, at peace. Fatigue from the day's events had already robbed me of most of my will to stay awake, but somehow I knew this chance would never come again. Somehow.
And so I watched her sleep. I held her hand, registering every little movement she made in her sleep. I was lulled by her rhythmic breathing pattern, placated by the calm expression she bore, comforted by her reassuring presence.
Sitting there in that cramped sofa, toes a light shade of blue from lack of circulation, I found for myself time to recall all the beautiful moments we shared, appreciate all the little things providence bestowed. At that moment, there was only her, and there was only me.
I wanted that moment to last, I really did. To feel so inextricably intertwined, to feel that everything was worth it, to know that it was real for me.
But time waits for none, and four hours later, daybreak broke the spell.
It is a pity that I should be the only one to bear witness to one of the most meaningful memories we shared.
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This is so beautiful. Yup, memories like these are so precious and fleeting. Most importantly, only the person who experiences it will remember and treasure it very much which makes it a very special moment for anyone.
hello desolation! thnx for popping by! haiz... i think most of us have beautiful memories, juz that we always tend to focus on the bad ones... the good ones are so much more worth cherishing, dun u think? =)
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