Ten years from this day, while sitting in a coffee shop alone, sipping a mocha, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, as I hop and manage to burn the tip of my tongue and spill coffee, I giggle..
“Bunny, you are always gonna be a mess” echoes in my head.
I reminisce about all the times I received an amused look with that sentence, of all the times I laughed too hard that my cheeks felt wounded, and of his laugh, ah, that elated me even more.
He is, what you call it, the only one of his kind. He is a thousand different things inside his shell, but his shell is what he calls himself. If you go into the aesthetics of him, he has a fierce attitude, a crisp sense of confidence and is filled with sheer fidelity but these aren’t the only things I loved him for. Yes, love..
Seven days into him being in my life, I baffled him with trouble, he looks like one you know, with his dark brown eyes, messy hair and a perfect dress sense! After all, that’s what troubles were, for an 18-year-old dreamy gullible-girl back then.
Turns out, he was a storm.
With him, he brought rain, my eyes rained, but only to make my vision clearer.
His thunder when affected me, revived my soul.
His words of wisdom were the winds that made me want to encounter a change to my best potential self.
No no, he wasn’t changing my persona, he changed my aura, and I guess that’s the changing constant I was looking for.
Have you ever met one of those people who have the power to enhance your day just by being in it, even if it is for a dinky amount of time.. he is that person. He can engulf passion inside you with a snap of his finger, and light a fire with a blink of his eyes. His outright headstrong personality is unattainable for people like me, and trust me, there are a lot like me but not him, he is, as I recall it, one of his only kind!
He has a wide peculiar smile and it has always signified the colour pink to me. Above it rests a cute fat nose. The brown eyes, I repeat, are the most dangerous part of it all, I can dive in their depth and enter an untold world. Also, he has a unibrow, which he likes to think makes him lucky somehow. Wh-ah?
As I go on smirking on the thought of my muse, I realise I might have made a fool of myself as usual. I pick my things and get up to leave,
the phone vibrates again,
“Bunny, as always, you’re gonna be a mess ….my mess” the two texts read.
Ughh, this is the trillionth time I fell for his trick, I look around and there he is, standing flawlessly,
“Happy birthday, I love you.”
(and that’s all my fumbling tongue would gather at that precious moment of a perfect day.)
– August 13, 2027// Yes, we’ll get there and beyond.