I WATCHED YOU change color - from red, to orange, and then to green - as did the stoplight that hovered over us. You were gazing at the stars and talking of how they seemed to be chaotically placed on the night's blank black expanse. And that you feel insignificant whenever you look at the majesty above, whenever daylight retreats, and shadows creep in. I would have said 'You are not insignificant' but you told me to just keep silent for a while. To be alone with each other because you wanted to fade away. To where, I did not know. It must be a magical place I thought - a place you've read from somewhere, or a moment from a page of the book you were currently reading. I wished I knew where you were, and I ached a little - because I did not know there was a better place - you and me, lying on that isolated road one summer night.
And then, i felt your hand in mine, fingers as warm as the hard rough surface underneath us - the same moment you changed color again - into red.
Somehow, I knew we owned that window in time. No one would take that empty street. There would be no headlights to overpower the soft light from a lamp post a block away.
Orange.
You detached your eyes from the heavens and look at mine as I felt your grip tighten, on my hand, my words, my breaths. And then you smiled at me, like I have never seen you smile before.
"You are not insignificant." I whispered, so soft that I barely heard it.
And then you said, "There is no better place."
Green.
I inched closer until the last remaining space between us disappeared. I kissed you. And you kissed me back - the kind of kiss that penetrates through my walls into my inner rooms where no one have never been before. And in that moment, the world has forgotten about us. I was in your secret place and faded away with you.
Photo by: Wasn't Here.
