Sunrise Stories.

We picked our room to face the east, just like we have planned it out in our dreams. We pictured the light blue walls and satin curtains, allowing the crimson sunlight to welcome the royal shade of our walls, bit by bit, till they turn blazing enough to wake our eyes.

Also, just like the dreams of our youth, we eventually ended up together, close enough to share the perfection of sunrise with such inexplicable intimacy. As soon as you open your eyes, you can't help but look to the right, in anticipation to the smile you've always been waiting for. The smile of our very first sunrise story, my dearest one. We have depicted so much in words and make-beliefs, but this is ever so real and enchanting.

I open my eyes, too, but this time, it's not the sunshine that captivates me. It's you. It's the mere thought that I can immerse my soul into the grace of our companionship. It's the very notion that I'm able to extend my hand this time and find your long fingers entwine around my own. It's as if your hands hug mine so safely, fitting together like a pixelated masterpiece, only understood when observing it from above. For many years, we didn't quite ascertain where we were going, we didn't understand what's the use of just waiting for this companionship to come to life. Yet, here we are, hands entwined, eyes fixated upon one another in sheer awe and appreciation, this picture only a little bit through our soulful comprehension.

Our fingers lock, a shadow against the blazing, golden sunshine emerging through our open window. The curtains are flowing like a stream with this lush, spring-like breeze of February. We breathe. We explore this beautiful melodious silence. We write our very own story imperfectly, our faith in the universe only strengthening.

This is our home, now, dearest. We built it ourselves. We planted little pots near every window. We painted our walls in colours that express our true nature. We greet the morning with life, expectant and hopeful for valuable responsibility. You took my hand and convinced me to design our life like artists, dancers and gardeners. It took some time, but it was ever so worth it.

But now, I ask you, that we are here. What's next? What's the next adventure? What's the next story to write? I am ashamed to ask you, for it's been only a few hours of being here. Only a few magnificent moments of this present moment, but I can't help but think of what's coming next for us.

All I want is to keep weaving dreams for us for this present moment can only be beautifully admired with a bigger picture to look up to in anticipation. Oh, dearest lover, I cannot help but think of our next hill to climb. 

Your hands adjust themselves in mine again, expressing a message only my heart can understand. Smiling with every cell of me, I close my eyes. You plant a kiss on my forehead and I bloom into a lush rose, holding you close, emanating this loving fragrance only you understand.

We will climb those hills, together, won't we?