I think I’m in love With You

I saw you in the beach near my house, on November. The first thought was, that girl is insane, what the hell is she doing in the middle of November, in the beach? But, I can’t move my eyes from you. That view of you and the beach as the background was really captivating. I put my coffee on the table and pull my coat closer, when the wind comes. But you didn’t. You still stand, face the beach, with both hands open, like welcoming the wind. Your white hat with a Tosca ribbon that match your dress, is flying. I could hear your laugh from my couch. Your brunette hair was a mess because of the wind, but you still don’t care. You make eyes contact with me, and then, in that moment, I believe I already fall for you. Even I’m not really sure what’s your face look like, because of the distance, but I am pretty sure that time, my heart beats so fast.

There you were again, at six in the morning, watching the beach. And it was kind of like a habit of me, watching you. And then you caught me, red handed, took a picture of you and the beach. We’ve known each other ever since.

I’ve seen a lot of your face. But, the one I can’t bear to see is your sad face, every time you look in to the beach. I know all of your stories, and most of them are devastating. I love when you told me those stories, because I could caress your hair, and hold your hand gently. I love taking care of you. But I hate that you’ll leave me again when the night comes. But I can’t complain, because I don’t want you to make the sad face.

Six years passed by. It is our seven years knowing each other. And ever since that day, I haven’t told you about something I always have for you. It’s so big that I, my self, am afraid that I can’t hold it any longer. Today you came, with a big smile on your face. Your brunette has gotten shorter, and changed to lavender.
“I am getting married, Kevin.” Says you with joy. You showed me your diamond ring.
“Beautiful.” I said. You hug me tight.
“You will be my best man.” You said, still cling to me.
“Oh, I thought only groom can do that.” I said, playing with your hair.
“I’ve asked him. And he said yes.” You smile.
“And, you will walk me down the altar.” You said again. I walk you to the couch, where we always cuddle, where I first watched you. You put your head on my lap, and we swing. You were humming your favorite song, while I caress your hair. Seven years, I hold my feeling for you. Seven years, I’ve tried not hurting you. And in that seven years, do you honestly feel I was just another man?, my mind screams so loud.
“You will be the prettiest bride.” I said. You chuckle.
“I love you, Anna.” I said and kiss your head. You were smiling and said, “me too.”

A Cat Story

As I sipped my hot chocolate and watched my cats playing around, suddenly a silly thought struck me. “What if this world actually ruled by a cat? A giant cat that will get mad at anything or anyone who refuse to give him a big tuna or sardines.”

In a world beyond the imaginary, live a king who never have a queen or prince or princess, because the king loves being alone in his castle, in the north of the town. He doesn’t like sharing his things to others. The king hates socializing with his citizen, yet he loves to ask for tributes, salmon or tuna or sardines.  He has so many underlings, whom also loves to torture people in town. His underlings are cats from all over the country, who bow to him because of his power. The king never promised them anything but one, “you can take whatever you like, just like human do.” and with that words, his underlings multiples everyday. The king always takes a walk in the afternoon and if he met with his folks, they should give him what he loves the most. If they didn’t give him the tributes, he’ll get mad and tap them in the back of their body, to mark them. At that moment, you know you screw. Because the tap means, you’ll become a scratching post or scratching target for his underlings, every time they’re in town. You’ll suffer for the rest of your life, probably three days. There’re only one or two who can last for five days, because they keep hiding somewhere. But, don’t you dare underestimate the king’s underlings. They’re trained, and just like the king, the knew wherever you are.

One day, the king takes a walk with his best two underlings with him, Jennifer and William. Jennifer is a red tabby, she is beautiful yet deathly. And William is a rare breed Calico, with a cold heart and cold eyes. Both of them will walk side by side of the king. Suddenly, there’s a little girl comes out of nowhere, actually from the park bushes, and the king stopped his walk. The little girl is wearing a pink dress with laces and a black shoes. She has a golden hair, just like Jennifer’s hair. She brings a big crates in her cartwheel. She pulls her cartwheel and the sigh. Jennifer is preparing to attack the girl, but the king taps her, a cue for her to stop. The king watch the little girl carefully, she tries so hard to lift the big crates in her cartwheel. Until finally she pops a question, “can you help me?” to William whom already near her. William sniffs the crates to make sure it’s not dangerous, and he sniffs something that he and the king loves, fishes. William pulls out his sharp claw and opens the crates. The sweet scented, the fish smell, attracts Jennifer and the king.

“Dear your majesty, it’s for you and also for your two friends here.” said the little girl. Jennifer and William look at her with confused. How dare she asked the king to give this to them. The king steps forward.

“What is your name?” the king asked.

“Lily.” answered the girl with confident.

The king gives Jennifer and William some of the fishes and they started to eat. It was the best fish they’ve ever eaten. Lily didn’t go, she just stood there besides her cartwheel and watched them eating. Sometimes she giggles when she saw the king almost swallow the bones. And the king will stare at her, until she stops giggling. When they’re done eating, they want to go back to the castle.

“Girl, thank you.” said the king, with a shocked look from Jennifer and William. The king never said thanks. Lilly giggles.

“One thing, Your Majesty. May I touch your hair?” asked her. Jennifer and William knows, they have to protect the king. They stepped up and ready to scratch her. But the king, again, give a shocking answer.

“Go ahead, girl.”

Lily runs toward the king and caress the king slowly. And suddenly, she hugs him. The three of them were in shocked, of course. And then when Lily removes her little hand in the king’s body, Jennifer take an action, she pulls out her claws near Lily’s neck. But weirdly, Lily didn’t seem afraid of her. She just keep a sweet smile on her face.

“My mother is right.” Lily said. The king, Jennifer, and William look at her confused.

“What do you mean, little girl?” asked the king.

“Do you remember seven years ago, near this town, there is a beautiful girl who always gives you your favorite?” asked Lily. The king has a trouble look in his face. And then he looked at the little girl with shocked.

“Emily? Who are you, little girl?”

“I am her daughter. My mother said, if I go to this town, I have to see the king. He is the most precious cat she;s ever had.”

“What? She said that? Could you take me to where she is, girl?”

“I’d love to. But I don’t think you can bear with it.”

“What do you mean?”

“We will go to the graveyard on the south of this town. My mother dies a year ago. She said that even if you act though, but deep down, you’re so fragile. I supposed, you shouldn’t go there.”

The king stands frozen. He remembered seven years ago, he met this beautiful woman named Emily. She always kind to him even though he always insult her and scratch her. She always has a sweet smile whenever she saw him. She is the first and only human he ever trusted. 

“My mother gave this to me.” Lily pulls out a blue ribbon with something from her pocket. The king takes it. Suddenly, he mews. He mews sadly and so long. Jennifer and William stand still, although their heart is furious to know what happen to their king. It was a blue ribbon with a the king’s name carve in a metal. ‘Beloved cat, George.’

And…. End of story. I go back inside and crawl in my bed. I can hear the cats are still fighting. What a story, I mumble.

“Mint and Chocolate was My Favorite”

Mint Chocolate

It was sweet and cold and fresh. At that time I saw you smile happily ate the ice cream. And it contagious, I felt that might be a delicious ice cream. That was the first time I saw you. I decided to buy that ice cream, following you. I remembered the taste perfectly. And I also remembered how the wind make your long wavy gold hair messy, yet you keep your smile perfectly. I thought that you and the ice cream will be my new favorites.

The first time we kissed, was because of that ice cream, too. The kiss tasted sweet and your lips are cold. We were awkward, but I don’t care. At least I got my favorites, you and the ice cream. Snow piles up around us, yet we still ate the ice cream. In that moment I thought I found my weird partner.

We celebrate our three years together by the river, eating our favorite ice cream. That time, we were all full of love. We don’t give a fuck around. We completely drown by our love. That was really sweet, yet deathly. Because at the same time, I was afraid if I were drowned too deep, I couldn’t come back to the surface. I was in doubt, but I asked you to move on with me. Your ice cream fell to the water when you hug me and said okay. That time, I’m completely drown.

Moving in wasn’t as beautiful as I thought. We had a lot of debates, which always ended up with cry. At some point, I couldn’t take it and leave you. And, I knew, I shouldn’t. Because at that time, there was someone who brought you vanilla and cookies ice cream. And I really wish I could predict the future.

Now, one year after we go to our separate way, I celebrate our-five years-should-be near the lake. I bought the chocolate and mint ice cream. And a dusty pink envelope with your name and the one who made you fell in love with vanilla and cookies ice cream. I taste the mint and chocolate, after a year I stopped eating it. It didn’t taste the same and I hate it. I felt a tear comes down my eyes. That’s the perks of being way too sensitive girl, I assume. I stopped eating the ice cream, and stood. I left you. I should left the memories, too. I hope you’re happy with that girl.