I Am Yesterday. You Are Present. We Are Tomorrow

All of sudden, myself bursted into tears. Then, the silence fall.

I don’t think most people will cry when they fall in love deeply. A massive momentum of complicated thought mix with joy and pain arrive all at once. You can feel your whole self run from the pace of the past and burst out at the present second. And the tears would be falling from your eyes.

I was holding her in both arms. Tears on my cheeks. A very unman thing to do. It was a shame that I was crying like a child. A child with a new friend. A man with a new life.

A new life indeed.

And suddenly all of your friends will leave you, especially those who only are with you recently. They would say how bad you are leaving them. As long as I remember, I’m still here. It is just me falling in love. And every life is just normally like that, I think. Concentration. It is not like love could come knocking on your front door every morning like a causal postman. So you want to feel it totally. Consumed by it. Breath every lovely moment in the air.

And burned alive.

But I was surely burned in heaven and not hell. It was me lucky with the sun on the island. Rain and high waves on the way in did scare me for a dark weekend. But few later days the sky seems to be more clear with fluffy white cloud floating. I love being burned in the sun on the beach. It could be my temple as well as my sanctuary. And I rarely find any woman who would also enjoy burning herself. This notion of white skin beauty surely make it big way in this media dominated society, of which my attention is normally against it.

We were both sleeping in the sun. Dark cloud passing by occasionally but hardly tamper us. Very gentle wind indeed. And the water is somewhat dark blue with shades of grey. Her hand was in mine.

And we were both sweat by the heat.

Time flies with completely reasonably nonsenses. Nothing more, nothing less. Do we need any reason to fall in love? Perhaps the consistence of fundamental nature of each other lives, of cause. Sometimes people do fall in love within their differences but still more could be easier with the consistence. A perfect harmony would always do the job. You could feel that rhythm in your heart. You would just be yourself. You don’t have to bend anything about yourself just to fit in. It just fit. It’s just moving along without much friction. Together or not, it just flow.

And you would also feel certain excitement in the flow. A harmony of the two surely bring the greater momentum in the relationship. Nothing to doubt and nothing to fear. You would starting to feel you can see clearer through things. You started to see pattern forming. You see the figure out of those cloud.

You would see how it begins and how it would end.

We both ordered a coconut for a drink: a cold fresh one for her and a frozen ice blended for me. Mine did give me a brain freeze in the sun. Wrong choice indeed, I thought. But it surely gave me a fresh feeling inside during the heat. From that, I don’t know how long we stayed further in the sun. Must be hours. But I woke up with her in my arms and we were both darkly torn by the sun. Of cause, we were both so pleased about that.

Her dark skin was well placed under her black bikinis. Only that the bottom part was a man swimming pants. A combination of man and woman in one dress. I think that is how we were each structured. A man with a woman’s heart and a woman with a man’s heart. I’m definitely not a guy type that watching football and she is not a girl type that wearing cosmetics. Perhaps she would never need any. She is already amazingly beautiful. Her body must be carved out of a golden proportion when she was born. A perfect model body structure. Gosh. I almost forgot. She is indeed a fashion model.

Now she were standing in front of me between my two legs. The sky is now became a nice deep blue behind her. The colour scheme combination in front of me is just amazing: her tanned skin, her dark swimsuits, her pale pink straw hat and this deep blue remote tropical island sky. I know this is how the heaven can be made of. You can see the pattern. You can see the past, present and future. You see the figure out of those cloud in the sky. You know suddenly how all of this will end.

And she bent over to kiss me.

The end of this is only to the end of this world. It must be only death that could do us apart.