He was staring at the Moon and I sat staring him. You see, he wasn't an ordinary guy, he had high dreams to touch the sky, to tour the stars and I and ordinary girl who didn't even understand the meaning of what he said most of the times.
That night was different. It was the night when he was about to leave this place forever in search of his dreams. No I didn't stop him, who am I to do so? I simply sat there being my stupid self, listening to him as usual. And then he asked me, "For what do you keep staring at me so enthusiastically?"
I wanted to say him, just look at yourself, you look so involved in your talks and so very happy that I forget what is happening around. Your voice puts my ears in kinda some magnetic effect which fails to hear any other sound. The sparkle in your eyes when you stare at that Moon and tell me about your dreams is just so bright and I love to gaze it with awe. And I love the way your hands forms some shapes in air describing me the shapes of your dreams and thoughts. You know I wish to sit in that lap of yours and gaze the moon along with you and plant a soft kiss on your neck, whispering I love to support you, I love being with you, I love the way you are so attached to your goals and it makes me feel so good and special that I am the only person you share all these to.
Beaten hard with the reality that things are going to change from tomorrow, I smile at him, my brightest smile ofcourse and tell him,"Your passion, your goals inspires me as well to go forward in life." "I will miss you from tomorrow", he said being little nostalgic. "I will miss you too", I said squeezing his hand and giving him strength again.
I wish he had read my eyes and deciphered that they held same passion for him, that he himself reserved for his dreams. Alas he is a good preacher but a bad reader...only if he comes to know this some day..:)