final moments

Her warm hand is in mine; it's so small and delicate, making me want to protect her more than anything else. We walk toward the hill hand in hand with our hearts stringing together as one and synchronize like the tides that crash somehow gently and powerfully to the shore each time; it reminds me of her, this girl who's walking beside me with her heart gleaming so beautifully since the day I saw it shone on that cliff and the way she weep in mute. I want to tell her to cry loudly like how the waves crash to the shore; I want her to let it all out on me - I'd listen to her cry till she falls asleep and I'd gaze at her forever, citing poetries about how beautiful she looks when she mumbles to herself half-sleeping and… this beautiful girl happens to be mine. How lucky can I get with her? I want to tell her.

We reached the top of the hill where we met for the first time; she was mimicking a scene from the Titanic and how I ran over her, thinking that I saved her. But, really; she was the one who saved me.

"Luna, thank you."

She turned her face to mine, "Hm? What for?"

"Thank you for saving me."

"Hey! That's my line," she chuckled, her face lit up and I smiled back to her and kissed her forehead. I am moonstruck by you. 

"Luna," my hands take both of hers, and I gaze into her eyes. I want to make it clear today.

"I love you."