Romance, realized

Holding her hand, walking on sand, strangers's voices and passerbys's noises pepper the silence. Footsteps paced, spirits braced, her touch sends me through time and space. I have not felt a women's skin and feel this way, not since 17 anyway.

Mutually fortified with past hurt and lessons learnt, we thread with caution. But the concern, when she texts to say she sneezes; the anticipation, riding to her with her favourite hot chocolate; the elation, reading I made her day with a surprise. Excitment that she wants to take a walk with me at night is tinged with dissapointment when the date is cancelled. It is embarassing romance can take a man on an emotional roller coaster ride within 1 day.

But a man's hobby can do wonders too. As I wander astride the iron steed, objectivity re-surfaces. I look this romance in the eye with a rational, third person's perspective, mocking and taunting myself, asking the pointed questions of what I want and need. I find myself which I lost, albeit temporarily. Because as I see the humour in it all, and indulge in the pleasurable realization of a romance happening, I also realize I am powerless to arrest the fall.

Will she be mine in the end?

To be continued...