Once Upon a Night I Remember

A bundle of disjointed memories merging clumsily into a clod of specific significance.

The calmness and extensive exhaustion juggled in my head. The pair of brown eyes that stared into my soul. The forests of curly black hair. The TV that played a nameless generic adventure movie. The embrace that radiated security. The view of warm lights twinkling in the dead city of the night from the eighteenth floor. The faint, pleasant odour I could hardly detect. The love declaration. The queen-sized bed that felt almost new. The blithe emptiness vying with gnawing confusion in my mind. The menu of unordered unpronounceable wines and champagnes. The whispers of wanting to know the other. The litter of discarded clothes and underwear on the floor. The new things we learn about each other like discovering a new unique plot from turning the pages of a novel. The hot shower that brought the deadening senses in my head alive again. The gentle, soothing massage. The hair that smelled of ginseng I mistook as tobacco. The person that I want to be with.

For these, I’ll persevere.