A simple yearning
Tears rolled down as she sat to write down her journal. She was overwhelmed with feelings and the utter realisation she was lonely. Her desire to love and be loved was being delayed and every other happiness seemed a little less.
Is it too much to want such subtle expressions in life? She wrote down with a tear dropping down marking the intensity of her question.
To read with a lover and to listen to a lover read. How beautiful would it be. To cherish a moment so precious. For it could be under the street lights on a buzzing night when the entire city seems to be rushing, but we would just sit amidst all the noise and find ourselves embracing in a different world. Each word you utter could raise me and help me find a love unnoticed in the previous sentence. And every time I readout, you could kiss each syllable and lend me your ears to adore them with words. It could be a memoir or a book about memories. A novel perhaps that talks about how the protagonist remembers a man but never finds him. Something magical and a little sad. Something that would make us want to find comfort in each other's voices as we read.
What is it that I miss? This void around me is surrounding me with something so terrible. The strange realisation that I am lonely most often hits when I stand to brush. I see there's only one brush and that you're still to come around. Ah! I feel sleepy, yet I need to find comfort. Will, you read me in your dreams? Or shall I find comfort in a dream-less slumber?
She fell asleep with words unfinished. Somewhere on the other side of the galaxy, he picked up the book to start reading where she left off.
Image - One Spring Night (K-drama)
