I remember loving to observe you from the features of your face and to how you looked at me. Little did I know that as much as it gives me joy, it gives me pain too.
Your features, they’re handsome as ever. You have these thick eyebrows, and pointed nose. Oh, I adore that nose. I love pinching it. You also have those thin lines of lips that I used to kiss, and small eyes which were used to look at me intently. Those were your features I always enjoy to look at each and every time.
And I remember it clearly how you looked at me. Once, you held my face, tucked my hair on my ear then trace your fingers in every single part of my face while your eyes, they focus on me like they want to tell me I am special, that you will be always there, and that I am beautiful despite my imperfections.
But then, I saw you last time, you barely looked at me. Your eyes aren’t the same. They changed. What I saw was indifference. It pains me to see that but I guess those were the indication that maybe just maybe, you are no longer happy with me.
I was walking on the road alone. I heard the sound of the horns, the cars’ engines, the blowing wind, the playing songs in the street and the people talking. I smelled the different perfumes of the people passing by, and the flowers being sold on the flower shop. I saw the different situations in my surroundings, the bright lights of each post in every street and the glow brought by the moon and the stars. I felt the harsh wind touching my skin and the water dropping from the sky. And I realized I want to take things slow. I want to stretch out the time and observe even the littlest things. I want to hear, feel, smell and see everything and be thankful for them. I want to see more in this life than just doing my day job and be satisfied with its pay. I want to feel more and know that flowing emotions are not just the only available things to feel. I want to hear and acknowledge that it’s not just the sentiments of this world are offered to be heard. There were simple things to appreciate. Life is beautiful; if only we give chance to pay attention to them. There’s more to life than sentiments and negativity. All we need to do is to be intentional in witnessing the life beyond ourselves.