indelibly
that evening we left the korean restaurant in the same surreptitious way we entered it. i dodged puddles in my slouchy suede boots, you said i looked like a little girl in them. i remember feeling the slightest tinge of annoyance that our little rendezvous was turning out to be of such clandestine nature. you couldn't tell, could you?
im not your cousin, silly. we'd wanted to keep it our little secret forever, didnt we?
how it happened i may never know. wasn't it just to be a night like any other night? did we inch closer - as the minute hand drew closer to 12 - because we feared the magic would fade with the closing of the night? was it written in the stars in that overcast london sky? did you see it coming at all? was it with a stubborn recklessness that i let my guard down?
perhaps the decision to share a tiramisu was so much more profound, premonitory than we could possibly have known then. a layer of light, chocolatey sweetness belying a heavier, richer substance underneath, now trailing off to a lingering aftertaste. possibly lingering on long after the moment is over. i may be a hopeless romantic, but tell me if this is not the bittersweet stuff our story is made of.
no matter what - your face, your touch, your voice, will ever remain indelibly impressed upon this heart.
im so glad you came over for tiramisu.
im not your cousin, silly. we'd wanted to keep it our little secret forever, didnt we?
how it happened i may never know. wasn't it just to be a night like any other night? did we inch closer - as the minute hand drew closer to 12 - because we feared the magic would fade with the closing of the night? was it written in the stars in that overcast london sky? did you see it coming at all? was it with a stubborn recklessness that i let my guard down?
perhaps the decision to share a tiramisu was so much more profound, premonitory than we could possibly have known then. a layer of light, chocolatey sweetness belying a heavier, richer substance underneath, now trailing off to a lingering aftertaste. possibly lingering on long after the moment is over. i may be a hopeless romantic, but tell me if this is not the bittersweet stuff our story is made of.
no matter what - your face, your touch, your voice, will ever remain indelibly impressed upon this heart.
im so glad you came over for tiramisu.
Labels: heartmatters, london
posted by may at 11:13 AM
7 Comments:
ah. i see.
tiramisu.
don't we irradiate language by the lives we lead?
for me, it's these:
laundromat
pears
saturday
... amongst many.
i hope your flu's subsided.
and that you're feeling ok.
lol you do? okay so maybe it wasnt so secret as i thought it was then... hahaha
would love to hear about the laundromat and pears one day. perhaps one fine saturday? (=
my flu's subsided a little. still sounding very very nasal though
Sigh...this makes me think of London as You've Got Mail makes me think of New York. You know?
Hope you're ok. *HUGS*
actually this is the first ive heard of this story.
the only reason i said 'i see' was because i thought there was something in the way one of you said 'tiramisu' at dinner the other day... hahaha.
sookmeng: hmmmmm im not sure i do.... hahaha. which bits remind you of london?
emily: oh. darn... we forgot to put on our 'blinkers' at dinner the other day.. haha!
wow. can I hire you to write descriptive gourmet reviews where you turn normal sounding foods into sultry, sensual entities? :|
haha you're too kind, too kind. but i think i'll leave the food reviews to the experts i.e. you... d=
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