I Am Yesterday. You Are Present. We Are Tomorrow

I could hear the sound of the water shivering.

It was a perfect day to be on the river.  Nice cold weather of Bangkok’s winter still lasted a bit longer than expected this new year. Winter was never meant to last in the first place anyway.  So enjoy it while it lasts.

A river wind blew through her hair. Her eyes were sparkling like a evening star. I was quite worry at the beginning that we might not make it at the sunset sky. Apparently, we were doing good on timing. And some of my motorcycle taxi trip was worthwhile.

The last light of the sun kissed her face.  She wearing such a beautiful smile like I had never seen before.  Of cause, it might be because it was her birthday. And I intended to present it to her at the possibly best.

The wind did run through her.  Her dress was a thin green dress that appeared to be as light as the wind itself.  Her neck was exposed deeper than usual.  Perhaps because she is gaining her weight a bit further.  Her body seem to be a mature perfect.  Like a ripe apple that more than ready to be kissed everywhere.  And the wind does play the trick with the threshold of her body.  I felt like every part of her curves are fully exposed.  I stretched out my arm to hold her.  Our eyes were kept on the horizontal of the river sky.

The building was an old building builded in King Rama V.  It was originally design with Italian influence.  I can tell it is partially Venice Renaissance. And it was firstly used as a home for the newly wed couple: akin to the throne. A lovely peace of architecture with intimacy.  Now, the building was renovated by an architect and converted into a seventeen room hotel with restaurant and swimming pool.  And the only way to arrive to this sanctuary is by boat, as well as to escape from it.

A perfect idea for a perfect dining.

She thought I booked the whole restaurant in the first place.  No one else could be seen except those waiters in black shirt and dark sleeves trousers.  I was flattered by the idea but I told her it might be simply because we arrived quite early.  The last light of the sun was still hanging in the sky and kissed our cheeks.

Meats were our choice both for the main course with the accompany of the aerobic dancing sound from the plaza across the river.  I couldn’t imagine anything that loud could be possible for anyone nearer to comprehend.  But she took it positively.  It did even remind her times when she had to work in her career with the people who had lesser perception of life.

She talked about things that happened to her during her last relationship.  She talked about how a conventional lying of a man with a certain interest could hurt her: a guy who obsessed with multiple relationship.  To be honest, I would be interested in none of it.  But, since I believed the talking would be her good therapy, I always let it go on.  She even once turned on the page of her note to show me how much he loved her ex-boy friend.  It cut my like a knife.  I was bleeding and she wouldn’t even have a clue.

I see no point in explaining my previous relationship to anyone, since it always ended badly.  Sometimes it even hurt me so much that i would love to buried it before me.  Digging it up is always like digging a corpse from the grave.  It could be interesting but, at the same time, very creepy.

And the sun is going down completely.  Darkness eating up all the dark blue sky.

And then the glittering light of the candles were flicking on the beautiful face.  I think when people getting as old as fourty, the number of the candles on the cake is not matter anymore.  It was a very ordinary cake, I knew.  I wish it could be better.  But time is always my enemy.  The best foe and the worst friend.

And then something magical appeared in front of me.

And I saw her smile that changed everything.  I forgot everything about good or bad, right or wrong and happiness and hurt.  It had always been that smile that changed everything.  When she smiles, it is not just about the face.  It appears to be her whole heart is also laughing.  And the night was turned into a brightest sky ever.

And I remembered then why I loved her so much.

I could be another shallow guy who fell in love with another pretty face.  Everyone know that she is talented, clever and good.  Might be even rich.  But I always surrender to her smile.  I would do anything across the ocean just to make her happy again, and again.  A smile like that would even worth the rest of my life.  And that is all she might deserve to get: more smiles.

“Happy Birthday, my dear.”

“You are about to say, ‘I love you’.”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

Winter in Bangkok was never meant to last long.  So enjoy it why it lasts.