Then there he is, sitting on his scooter. I traced every inch of his body, from the top of his hair until his toe. He doesn't change much, he is still the same person I saw on my last day here before that plane took me off.
Except, his hair is shorten now. His eyeglasses slightly crooked to the left. His eyebag gotten a little bit bigger. He lose a little bit of weight. He has more muscles. His skin is darker. His face a little bit tired because of his work. But his eyes still the same when he looked at me. His smile still as wide as I can remember. His hands still as warm. And his back still as huggable as ever.
I couldn't resist to close my eyes when I sit on the back of his scooter, place my hands around his waist, and my face rest on his shoulder as he drive forward. I want to freeze the time there, so we can just go round and round and round in an infinity loop.
No comments:
Post a Comment