HE IS A PIECE OF AN ART

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


Whenever I listen to his voice, my ears feel the warmth of joy and peace drenches my whole being. The words he utters aren't mere the combinations of letters but the whole lot of positivity and gentleness that overwhelms my soul and I am caught in a spell. Every time! 
 
Whenever I read his message, I am dragged towards the oceans of his enchantments. I'm enthralled and beguiled. Though I have severe phobia about water but how I swim as a professional in his eyes is indescribable. I get all the superpowers about everything I reckon I'm weak at. 
 
I am on top of the world when he tells me that I rule his world and yeah like this photo from his phone's wallpaper. I feel in the seventh heaven when he calls me Babe. The word is not mere a title but the sense of delicacy that falls from his lips just to call me, only me, his babe. He is perfect, you know? Perfection as an art! 
 
Can you imagine how cute he looks when I'm talking and he listens to me so attentively like a Montessori student with his elbows on the table and his hands cupping his face! His eyes are cautious about the worldly airs. He says he is scared if someone might steal me from him. So, he says he wants to wrap me in a purple box and hide me forever. So that no one can lay eyes on his babe. Ever! 
 
He is a piece of an art but he says he's the blank page and I'm the colors. I'm dragging him to life for he isn't a life-type-of-a-person. And I say, my love, you are white and white is the foundation for any art. You are so important! I need you so much. You are mine. And he smiles, hugs me like a teddy. I love the vibes of warmth and compassion his hugs generate. No one initiates in leaving. Stay like this babe, he says. I submit. I have no choice. 
 
My heart rate catches the pace when my phone rings at 2 a.m. he calls to lull me sleep because he knows I can't sleep without him talk or just stay at the other ear. He asks why are you awake; I keep silent. He orders me close your eyes and I submit. I have no choice.
Bit of a cliche? Whatsoever because I'm his babe, on top of everything! 
 
Some days have been passed, I'm missing him.  He has got so busy. Life is brutal these days. Signals are weak. But the heart-to-heart aren't.  I message, he replies late but he does. Babe, I'm out somewhere. Signals are out. I just say I missed you. He replies *sem* Life goes on! 
 
I keep on sending him pictures and every time he says my eyes aren't from this world, they're from somewhere else! He requests me to sing songs for him. I do. Best part is that he asks me to make funny faces and I do. I have no choice. And then he laughs and says, you're such a drama queen, Babe! I pout and he calls me kaka! How sweet but cliche? Whatsoever! 
 
I'm so happy to have him. He says he'll be so blessed if he marries me. He will be the one progressing. I just smile. And it says everything and oh yes, he says you don't need words when you're with me. I like to listen to your silence. It says all that I hide or I want to say but I can't. I smile again. I am all drenched in shyness when he sends me a GIF of a kiss. I'm all about ecstasy!
 
If I would ever have to describe him. I would call him art. My favorite and vital-for-life part. I am not lying. He is the white and purest page of my canvas and I'm the colors. I splash on him and the life is dramatic and radiant! And I, his Babe becomes vibrant and scintillating. 
 
Love//White Heart 


Submitted: December 13, 2020

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