I Wish

It’s 4 A.M and I’m sitting in front of my laptop, staring at the blank screen. Trying to continue the conversation in my mind, the conversation that ended 5 hours ago with a couple of sentences about a book.

Every time I start over, I arrange the missing pieces in unique but pleasant order, that bring a smile to my face, which gets faded out behind the smoke of cigarette for a while, yet it’s there, I know. Like, you’re lying in your bed at your home, miles apart, yet you’re here, I know.

I wish, we could sit by each other till mornings, discussing all the books, one by one, each night. We’d agree upon some points that’ll bring us closer, and we’ll differ on the others, that will push us apart. I’ll experience utter joy and sorrow each night, keeping you happy by all means.

By the morning, you’ll be tired of all those conversations, resting your head on my shoulder, your long hair spread all over our faces, hiding us from the world. You’d nap for 30 minutes, and I’ll keep on talking without noticing if you’re listening.

Once exhaustion will overcome you, you’ll lie-down there, beside me, placing your head into my lap, making me feel the richest person on planet. I’ll keep looking at your sleepy eyes for hours, daring not to move an inch.

You’ll wake up in the morning once the rays of the Sun will start kissing you face. That’s when I’ll feel like, jumping from the ship in the middle of the Pacific, that I’ll have to swim till the evening, till we’ll sit again alone, on the roof to discuss another couple of books and to carry out the ritual of staring your eyes while you’ll be asleep.

I wish, we could spend time like that, I wish I could stare for long, I wish I could die one such night while you’re there, resting your head into my lap. I wish…