Sitting with him by the bridge overlooking the river, I threw a stone that tripled the waters into a million little waves. "I want to draw." I abruptly said.

"Draw what?" He asked, brows furrowing as he looked at me confused. His leg muscle twitched a bit, sending vibrations down my leg too as they were in contact.

"Draw us." I said without a second's pause, "I want to draw us."

His eyes widened. He clearly was caught off guard. Maybe he never really expected me to say anything like this. Neither did I. I turned to look right into his earthy, brown eyes, reflecting some shades of chocolate. And I found my reflection within them, his chocolate orbs reflecting my cinnamon ones.

"I want to paint us like this. Staring into each other's eyes but seeing each other's soul in fact. Seeing millions of galaxies locked within each other. I want to paint an absolutely perfect painting yet with utter detailings of all our flaws. I want to take every color this world can provide me with and enrich my canvas with the image of what we have between us. Whatever we have. I want to call it love, but I fear the possibility of the word 'love' not being beautiful enough to describe us. So if I cannot find a word, I hope I will be able to make a painting that describes us perfectly."

I stopped speaking then. I wanted to speak more. I could keep speaking and never stop on this topic. But he had suddenly hugged me and his little sniffles were clearly audible.

"You are the best thing that could ever happen to someone. I don't know what good did I ever do to be able to have you be mine." He spoke through tears, hugging me as if he let's go, I will vanish away like some mirage in a desert.

And I had hugged him quickly too. Because I too feared that I might have to wake up nevertheless my wish being otherwise. I feared that he might end up being a dream.

And just like always, I will have to wait for the night to be able to be with him again.