A Year of You and Me
I. A year
A year has passed yet I still long for those hands
To hold me, to keep me stable
Without you, I just feel lost
I get lost in your eyes,
Searching for meanings
Meaning.. even if
A year has passed
I still love you
"This stick is your chance. Grab it," you said, as you handed the other end for me to hold. I breathed in, heavily, nervous. "Okay, here it goes," I said.
A rush of breeze made its way to me. It came faster than I could blink. Then it twirled around the both of us, like a hurricane. Faster and faster it went. My eyes were starting to water. My vision, hazy. I felt my stomach churn, as if I had just been dropped from an 80 foot tall building. My hands were cold. I was shaking.
Then, just as fast as it came, it stopped.
I blinked through my tears. I realized my grip had been too strong, hurting my left hand. I checked if you were still there. You just smiled at me, almost laughing. “Here we are. This is your chance now. Enjoy it.”
"You said you wanted to relive this moment," you whispered.
“Yes.” I smiled.
You ushered me in, and then we went.