After a long and exhausting day, I finally made my way to my room, feeling completely drained. I freshened up and sank into the chair, opening my community health nursing book, hoping to push through and study. But my exhaustion quickly caught up with me. The words on the page started to blur and then... almost magically, they seemed to lift off the paper, floating around my head like scattered leaves. And before I knew it, the page was blank, every letter vanished, leaving only white space where there had once been text.
I couldn’t control my emotions anymore. My struggles, my tiredness, my frustrations.... all of it poured out as I grabbed a pen and began to write. As I scribbled, my eyes filled with tears and soon the pages of my book were damp from the stream of emotions I couldn’t hold back. I was completely lost in the moment, lost in my writing when suddenly, I felt two strong hands gently touch my neck.
The warmth of his touch brought a sense of relief I wasn’t expecting. His hands moved slowly, massaging my neck, and I tilted my head back in a daze, feeling his presence more than anything. Then I saw him.... his face, dark hair tousled, looking at me with such intensity. He wiped my tears away, his smile soft and comforting.
His voice... deep and soothing, whispered, "How long do I need to remind you that your wet eyes are killing my soul?"
I didn’t fully hear the words. I was lost in his gaze, in the way his smile seemed to pull me in. It was as if his smile was guiding mine, making me smile despite everything. Then, he kissed my eyes, and each movement he made left me more surprised and more at peace.
I closed my eyes, letting myself drift into the sensation of his touch. But just as I was enveloped in this warmth, there was a knock at the door. I almost didn’t want to respond, so lost in the moment I was. But then I heard a voice, soft and loving, calling my name.
"Ahana beta, I'm getting late, my love."
I blinked, and in that instant, I realized it was my mom. The dream, the comfort, the mysterious stranger.... it all faded as I woke up, my heart still beating faster than before.
I couldn’t control my emotions anymore. My struggles, my tiredness, my frustrations.... all of it poured out as I grabbed a pen and began to write. As I scribbled, my eyes filled with tears and soon the pages of my book were damp from the stream of emotions I couldn’t hold back. I was completely lost in the moment, lost in my writing when suddenly, I felt two strong hands gently touch my neck.
The warmth of his touch brought a sense of relief I wasn’t expecting. His hands moved slowly, massaging my neck, and I tilted my head back in a daze, feeling his presence more than anything. Then I saw him.... his face, dark hair tousled, looking at me with such intensity. He wiped my tears away, his smile soft and comforting.
His voice... deep and soothing, whispered, "How long do I need to remind you that your wet eyes are killing my soul?"
I didn’t fully hear the words. I was lost in his gaze, in the way his smile seemed to pull me in. It was as if his smile was guiding mine, making me smile despite everything. Then, he kissed my eyes, and each movement he made left me more surprised and more at peace.
I closed my eyes, letting myself drift into the sensation of his touch. But just as I was enveloped in this warmth, there was a knock at the door. I almost didn’t want to respond, so lost in the moment I was. But then I heard a voice, soft and loving, calling my name.
"Ahana beta, I'm getting late, my love."
I blinked, and in that instant, I realized it was my mom. The dream, the comfort, the mysterious stranger.... it all faded as I woke up, my heart still beating faster than before.
haha sometimes in writing too.. they are forever 
