sunset.
love.
7 am.
Today is like the typical days of October, starting cold but not so much. The sun enters the room hitting my face causing me to wake up. Outside you already can hear the birds singing.
I realize that beside me, still sleeping, is a little blond-haired. I smile.
The little one had come to my room around 2 am and lay with me saying he had a nightmare and couldn't sleep anymore.
"Can I sleep with you today?" asked the blond holding one of his teddy bears, whimpering. "I had a nightmare and I can't sleep anymore."
I smile as I remember the memory and face the man before me again. His countenance is calm, the way the sun's rays capture the room and illuminate it is dazzling. His eyes slowly open revealing an ocean that makes me feel a mixture of feelings so far unknown.
I have always been a little afraid of the ocean, but also a certain respect due to its magnificence, its immensity. But plunging into yours would be something I wouldn't fear because I know you would be saved.
"Why are you staring at me?" questions the minor concerned.
"Nothing." I am slow to answer because I am still lost in the vastness of his gaze. "Good morning." I say, smiling, and he smile in the same way.
"Shall we have breakfast?" I asked.
As we walk down the stairs, I see that Robbie is making tea while the others haven't shown up yet.
The day was like everyone else. After having breakfast, we went to the studio, recorded some covers, some of us made live. Nothing unusual.
2 pm.
"Do you want to go out?" I ask the blonde who was lying on the couch while his head rested on my thigh.
"Yes." He stares at me.
Ocean.
"Ok." I say without breaking the visual contact because I was mesmerized by the infinity of his gaze.
4 pm.
On one of my walks, I found a small pond. This was calm, there were never many people around and the view of the sunset was breathtaking and magnificent. I made it my secret place where I always go to escape routine, to have peace and sometimes to read.
And there we were. Just me, him and the sunset.
I look at Andy, who was staring into the late afternoon as we sat on a towel lined on the floor to avoid the unnecessary contact with the sand.
I started thinking about the day I met him, how innocent he was. Blair had seen one of my videos singing on one of my social network and after talking for it, we met in person to talk about the band that he was forming.
He said he would introduce myself to the other, and unique, member. He took me to his apartment where the blonde was living and upon arriving we spent the rest of the day talking to each other.
The first time I heard him sing, I began to believe in angels, as he sang as one. His voice automatically turned into my favorite tune.
Andy laid his head on my shoulder as we watched the sunset making me smile.
Love.
The most incomprehensible feeling that makes us feel butterflies in our stomach when our beloved smiles looking at us, when they touch us causing goose bumps all over our bodies. Many people try to define what love is.
For each person, love has a different meaning. Loving, according to some philosophers, is the subject's search for something that is missing.
For Plato, love is a universal cosmic force that seeks good and brings us happiness, knowledge and virtue.
Aristotle says that "love is the feeling of imperfect beings, since the function of love is to bring man to perfection"; "one loves what one has achieved with effort more" and concludes that "love is the state in which people best see things as they really are."
Still according to philosophy, love will never be the object, but the pursuit. Love is related to life, ways of thinking values beyond appearances.
Love arose to be felt and not to be understood.
That. The sunset with you resting your head on my shoulder. The lull I feel when I hear your voice. Your look that mesmerizes me. Your sweet way of being that makes me just want to protect you. I would do anything to make you happy always and so that I can always see your smile. His laugh that catches me and makes me happy when I'm glum. This is Love. And maybe I love you.
"Andy..." I say causing you to lift your head and look at me. I've never wanted to dive into an ocean as much as I want to dive into yours.
I put my finger on his cheek, caressing him and then I hold his chin so that he approaches me. And then I kiss him.
Our lips fit perfectly as if they were made from each other forever. His hand on the back of my neck prickles me. Our kiss is one of passion and desire as if we have been waiting for it for a long time.
I was colorless before I met you, but when you came into my life, you brought many colors into my arsenal making me a colorful mix.
Our lips come apart and you look at me and automatically began to blush, your cheeks are painted red and you smiled shyly.
And then I knew I loved him.
"I love you, Andy Fowler." I said smiling.
"I love you too, Rye. I always loved you." You say laying your head back on my shoulder again.
And we stayed there until nightfall, when the sky turned dark blue and the moon was surrounded by stars and only the twilight light rested upon us.
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