The dark blue sky glistened with stars strewn across like fairy lights
on a ceiling. The cold breeze blew and the mountain silhouettes breathed in the
love that followed. The car zoomed past the bed of twinkling city lights below,
the spirally mountain road leading to a presently-unknown destination. She
opened the windows to let the cold whispering wind in. It was beautifully
quiet; we hadn't said a word to each other apart from "Hi" and
"Glad we finally met". There was no music playing, which was probably
because we didn't even think of that, not even once. For me, however, her
breathing body was a music I would listen to all day and all night. I looked
out the window, the wind fiercely splashing my face, to look at where the night
sky and the sparkling city lights merged. "Hey" she said. That would
be the third thing she would be addressing me with in the entire day. I turned
to look at her. She was driving so I don't know how she managed to hold her
hand out towards me with a smile on her face while partially looking at the
road. And I crashed. The curve of her lips, her dancing eyes and the wind
blowing into her hair, enough to take anyone's breath away. I held out my hand
onto hers and wrapped my fingers into her warm ones. "Mm hmm" she
said, wrapping fingers back into mine and continued to drive with a smile on
her face. And this, I would like to think, is the most personal moment I could
share with someone I love.
