and then...

It's a lingering kiss. Kiss that would make an appearance in your dream, kiss that you would remember even when you can remember nothing else, and kiss that would always give you a pinkish glow, even when your face is already full of wrinkles.

So you hold on to it, faithfully, just like you hold on to the person who gave you the kiss. You tried to remember every details about him. How his hair always looks undone and a bit longer than what seemed appropriate. How his eyes are piercing, look right to your soul, with a twinkle that give you a tingle. How he rarely smile, but when he does it would be lopsided, with a hint of a dimple. How his cheeks seems so soft, and feels so smooth with warm chocolate color, make you have to curl your hand so you wouldn't touch it all the time.

Now you are staring down, to your hands, yours and his. How they look so beautiful together, and how you can't believe your luck for finally able to hold his hand, just like so many times you dreamed about it before.

And then he stared at you, with that smile of his, and then he say, "You finally found me..."

So you close your eyes, seal it closed, and with all you might, you resist to wake up.