Twenty Minutes

I was holding a broom and was about to end a very tiring general cleaning when a mosquito just pestered me. It took a minute seeking drop of blood from my skin through its proboscis.

An instinct just called my consciousness. A message from you telling that you would be coming made me thunderstruck. It was 12:31 in the afternoon and it felt like I was inside the Supreme Court waiting for a final verdict. To cleanse the irresistible sweat of astonishment, I bathed myself for an hour.

At exactly 2:30 in the afternoon, finally was on my way paving the path towards you. Ten minutes more, then I saw you sitting on a bench outside a convenience store. A moment of silence just spoke for us as I sat in front of where you were sitting at. I suddenly stood up but you stopped me, so I went back.

After a minute of silence, you took me to the place where there is comfort. Waiting for the food of relief, you and I started strands of talks, but most of the minutes are you. Half of the percentage of my sense of hearing focused on your words. The rest of my senses were caught by your brown eyes. Only the echo of your voice traveled on my mind, your eyes that could speak million words, your eyes that could create a book. Brown eyes, fall into me like my favorite star in the night sky.

I was in my absent mind, turning blank, still your eyes that could speak about your victory. Your complaints and rants suddenly just transformed into flying colors, your success, your achievements. I just talked to myself in silence but I couldn’t take my eyes of you.

You have no idea how happy and grateful I am right now for I already have witnessed your face of genuineness with shades of rosy tint on your cheeks resembling bliss. I may not be one of your backbones and of the pieces of puzzle of your longest fight; I swear to you, you are one of the reasons why 11:11 wishes always await me, because you’re one of them. I may not be one of the reasons but swear, I always tell Him about you; I always pray for you, for your every achievement. And I won’t stop praying for you even if you never asked me to. I may not give you some stuffs, only prayers, the only weapon that I am willing to surrender.

Twenty minutes of being unconscious, then you pinched me warned me to go home.