A story… (part 2)
LOVE… The most cherised word. But how could she knew what love was? How could she know what it was that she felt , when it was the very first time that she encountered that?
The night grew deeper, and the air blew colder. They were still together, entwined with each other’s arms. Their lips searching, trying to catch their breaths. Soon… they were one, Their bodies stuck so close, not a molecule could seep through.
Perhaps it was true love. Pure, unblemished affection, intense emotion felt so strongly as if nothing could break them apart! It was so momentous, so unique, so bizarre fraction of time dealt with by two mortals, nourished with that zany but true encounter.
They couldn’t care less with what went on with the world around them. She tried to look up but still was blinded. He did not mind at anything except that he was holding her. Nothing mattered much but their desire to be alone.
But they were not alone! They had the stars above, the full moon, the whole universe! They had the misty cold air around, the faint sound in the distance, the damp grass underneth their flesh. These elements were there, but they simply did not care. Not a bit bothered.
All they felt was love; endearment; the excitement; in captivity. Time allowed each act. Every second meant forever! "… this moment must not end… It should last" (so they thought). For it was the moment they knew…love! It was the day they started living and not just existing.
It was then when they both realize they were meant for each other. Both were aware of being here in this world; of caring for one another; of sharing each other’s joys and sorrows; of thinking and being thought of.
Their love flourished and was nortured with much hope and fulfillment. It was her first but surely not his. Afterall, what merits a woman most if not her viginity.
