Hello Baby...

Mia - 2nd May 2010 -

Mum! Look at him... Oh, aren't you so cute...?

Hello baby,
Little boy that hasn't come out yet,
The one that everyone is waiting for;
Look here,
Mummy is now smiling with cheeks so wet,
And daddy tells us he want to see you more.

Do you know how precious you are, my little one...?

Listen here baby,
When the time has arrive for you to see the world,
You'll feel so much warmth from these people around;
And remember this always,
We will hold you tight even when you grew old,
But right now we want to hear your laugh and frown.

Your crying and laughter will be our music now, sweetie...

I've lots of things for you baby,
I will hold your hands, and teach you how to talk,
Those first, unforgettable moments will be my lifetime memories;
I've also remind my self baby,
That I'll capture a beyond-words picture of your first smile and walk,
Then I'll put it in a frame for you to look at when you lost your old theories.

I also want to see the wonders in your eyes when you first see the sun, baby...

So feel our heart beat baby,
We're going to be with you from the second you were born,
We will be by your side when you fall, or when you rise;
And we promise you baby,
Your innocent, beautiful smile won't ever be torn,
And we'll make sure you grow with pleasure, lovely lives.

I can't wait for those sweet moment to come now, little brother...

Hello baby,
Are you as impatient as us now?
Are you smiling inside at the moment?
Did you feel our excitement now?
Did you laugh at our eagerness at the moment?

When you come out baby, mummy and daddy will be so lucky, and I will be so proud... for you, Baby...

Oh Diana...

Written by : Mia Insomnia - 13th March © 2010

December 2009.

"Lewis... Will you please just tell me where are we heading now?"

It was probably her shaky voice or the fact that she was without realizing clutching his hand tightly that made Lewis chuckled. But he kept his hand firmly to hold her balance and made sure the black clothes covering her eyes was not loosened.

"If I tell you now, it wouldn't be a surprise. You do know that lame rule, don't you?" He chuckled again, and carefully caught her when she tripped over a twig. She bit her red, full lips and shook her head.

"You're so unbelievable at times," she sighed.

He resist the urged to kiss her soft, plum cheek and said, "Most of the time, you mean?"

She nodded vigorously and the winds caught her hair and it blew up high to the side. She clicked her tongue and Lewis could see that she was trying hard not to frown. But her forehead had shown hundred lines of thinking.

Even then, her face was as smooth as the first morning light. It hurt him if he couldn't see her everyday.

"We're close," he whispered. She swallowed hard.

Lewis was stunned by the silence that followed them at that particular moment. He was taking her in the middle of a beautiful, green forest with evergreen leaves, and hundred different types of flowers blooming on the ground. It was almost misty, but the sun was out, and they both could smell the various scents from the buds. There was only the sounds of the wind blowing the ground, and the birds swiftly fly by with their little whistles. As if the forests knew what he wanted, as if the animals understood what he was feeling.

He smiled as his feet stepped into a clearing and helped her to jump over the small muddy ground. But unfortunately, she tripped over something, and as Lewis tried his best not to let her fall down, he failed to maintain his balance and eventually fall on his back to the grassy land.

And together, they both fall down to earth, with Lewis arms tightly on her waist and her hands clutching tightly onto his shirt's collar, rolling to one side of the hill.

It was, for Lewis, a miracle.

It was, for her, a fright.

But without mentioning, even the silent forest, the strong breeze and the flying birds knew that both of them loved the fact that they were as close as two person could be.

And not wanting to let go. Inseparable.

"Lewis!" She squealed as they both landed with a thud on the very low side of the hill. They were both out of breath, and Lewis was smiling with his eyes closed as she hold on to her who lay on top of him.

Without waiting anymore, she let go of the black cloths covering her eyes and squinted as the blazing light of the sun caught her eyes. And she gasped as she saw Lewis under her, not moving, not breathing. She was worried sick.

"Lewis? Lewis?! Lewis, wake up!" She began to shake his face and tried everything so that he'd breath again, but Lewis smile wasn't fading, though he wasn't breathing.

"I love you."

Lewis whispered in the still of the silence as she breath in and he breath out.

She froze with those words and found her world rocked on around her with him in the center.

He opened his eyes.

She shed a tear.

"Lewis?"

"I love you." He repeated. "I have always love you though, but you know, I have to make it official..." He smiled.

She froze for a second but slapped his chest playfully after awhile, "You! You should have just said it earlier!" She pouted while Lewis's lips created an O as he was shocked with what she just said.

And as if she just realized it too, she blushed so hard that she hid her face on Lewis's shirt.

But Lewis wasn't about to drop it off.

"Did you say something just now, honey?"

She looked up, and bit her lips.

"You do know I did. Again, you're so unbelievable!" She slap him again playfully. But this time, Lewis was laughing so hard until he couldn't help it and rolled around to exchange place. He was now on top of her, and she looked so cute with her eyes up on him.

"Suppose we just have to be honest here?" He smiled, and lightly kissed the tip of her nose. She pouted and blushed. But Lewis was the most happiest guy ever found on earth when he felt her hands brushing the side of his body and landed behind her neck. She caressed it, as smooth as her face was, and put a little smile.

"Lewis... I love you too. And I have been in love with you, long before you knew me, long before you saw me; because I've loved you first, the day I first spoke to you, it's getting stronger.. until now." She shed a tear again, and Lewis was too stunned to even erase it away like she always did it to him when he was down.

All he could do was shed a tear too.

And said, "Oh, Diana..."

* * *

June 2009.

Lewis slammed his bag down on his table and bounced carelessly to his chair. His fairly handsome face was red and hot from the cold outside, and his thick, reddish-brown hair wasn't as smart as it usually was. Everyone in the class knew that it wasn't the right time to bother to ask him what happen, because without a logical reason at all, he could explode at them in a split second.

But there was only one person who knew him better than most. Even his parents didn't know him that well, and Lewis had to admit that he hadn't met anyone like her; this girl that knew him by heart. It was even more amazing when he realized he hadn't known her for long, but already Lewis felt like she was his. And he didn't really feel the urge to share her with anyone.

With the realization creeping into his mind, and the frustration that kept getting stronger by second that passed, he began to look around the class to search for his guardian angel. His head moved around the classroom, his thick hair hang loosely on his forehead, tangled with the corner of his eyes.

And when he couldn't find his favorite person in the world, his frustration was just getting stronger.

He stood up and asked one of his classmate, "Have you seen-"

But the girl quickly answered him, "She's outside, if I wasn't mistaken. With her friends, a guy." The girl shrugged carelessly, and as if guessed, Lewis dash out of the class quickly, taking his bag with him and almost ran out of the school in a split second until he reach the park.

His eyes went everywhere, crazily uncontrolled. The heart that always bloomed whenever he heard her name was now in panic and sadness.

A guy? Which guy is daring to take my angel? I'm not willing to share her, didn't I make it quite clear already?

His madness was uncontrollable by the time he saw a girl and a boy from the back. The girl had this blond, curly hair and touched to the waist, and her body was almost slim. He thought it was her, but when he got to them, it was a different guy.

"Shit." He cursed and it was when he saw a shining girl, as if with halo, sitting by near the pond and was smiling to her self as she fed the fishes. She was wearing a beautiful, green dress and a simple white ribbon on her hair, and she was unmistakably the most gorgeous girl this town had ever had.

Lewis was impatient; he ran to get her.

"Who's the guy?" He wasn't rough with her, he wouldn't be able to. She was flabbergasted, and was clutching her heart so tight when she stood up to face him.

She sigh, "Which guy?"

"The girls in the class told me you got a guy with you," he almost stabbed his own heart. She shook her head and smoothed her dress.

"And you believe them?"

"What...?"

"Didn't I tell you not to believe anyone just like that? Or were you not listening to me?"

"Do you mean...?" He was out of breath. She made a little laugh and led him to a nearest bench under a blossoming tree.

"What guy? You know I have no guy..." She smiled. And it took his breath away even more.

"So they were lying, weren't they?!" He was now mad, to the girls in his class. He was about to stand and get them back, but her hands was faster; she caught him and let him sat back.

"And didn't I tell you to be more easy with things? Really, were you listening to me? Or are you going to break my heart, Lewis Littlejohn?" She was joking, of course, but he couldn't help it, and held her hands tightly. She was so irresistible and he was losing it.

In the past, he had been frustrated like he did just now, but he was worst by then. He slammed everything he saw, and exploded at everyone. He was in rage and usually out of control.

But now...
Now, he had her to hang on. Lewis had his own guardian that taught him how to change himself to be a better person.

He hadn't need to be in rage anymore; all he need to do was to hold on her.
And without debating anymore, he wrapped his arms around her and hug her to his chest tightly.

"I need you..."

"Well," she replied his hug, "you do know I'm always here."

And Lewis whispered, "Oh Diana..."


* * *

January 2009.

Lewis was a handsome guy, fairly with his thick, reddish-brown hair, and with a body like a star. He had all the appearance that every girl would crave for, but he had not been drown to any of them. Unfortunately, he came from a sad background, a broken family, a divorce parents, a killer brother, a drug-dealer's sister and was now living in a foster home where he was being bullied and pointed guilty by everyone. It was like living in a hell.

But hell was better.

Lewis Littlejohn had no point or focus in life. He was almost like a loner walking on the street, he was like the most quiet person in the market, he never smiled to anyone and not even thinking about greeting someone. Nothing matter to him, and he wasn't about to brag or sobbed about it. It had no meaning for him.

Life was fake.

One day, he went back to the foster a little late; he had went to the library town for some research for his college work. His mood was all the better since he succeed in finishing his little project for the English Literature. But he didn't think that coming back to the hell was ruining everything.

"Why are you home so late, Lewis?!" His foster mother shouted even before he could slam his butt down the sofa to rest from the long walk.

"I went to town..." He replied lazily.

"Hah. What an easy answer boy, what an easy answer. I thought I've told you many times ago, that you're not allowed to make your own rules in the fucking house. But why did you come and go on your own just like you own this shit?!" It was her stinging, ugly voice that caught his head aching. And he tried not to argue at first but kept it low.

"I was researching, that's why I'm late," he sigh.

"Oh yeah? You really fuckin' think that I'd believe, huh? Stupid boy, you got no brain at all, you hear me? No brain at all! What's with the research-"

"SHUT UP!!!" Lewis was unable to stop himself anymore. He stood up and threw his hand in the air. His face was red with agony. It was time for him to defend himself.

"You-" His foster mother was about to start, but he didn't give her a split chance.

"And you know what? I don't fucking care about the rules you made in this house. All the stupid, lame rules you made! And this ain't even a house for fuck sake, it's a bloody hell. Even hell was fucking better. You all are just motherfucking liar and heartless. It was such a wrong decision of me to move here, to think that I'd be in a house with different other brothers and sisters together to share something I thought I'd get, but guess what? I got fucking nothing. I got bullshit, and I got this! Fuck you all!"

And Lewis left the hell, slamming the door loudly behind him. With his unruly hair, and his wet shirts, he was out again in the cold night. He was lonely, he had never felt as lonely as he was now. He had seen his others friends inside the foster, gathering behind their foster mother as he shouted everything out. He saw their disgusted and surprised faces, but he couldn't care less. He was not getting it all away. He was tired of it.

He was tired...

"Hey... You do know it's not good to be out in the cold without any jacket."

It was only when he was about to sit on the side of the road when the beautiful, sing-song voice touched his sensitive ears. He usually exploded already whenever someone started to talk to him when he's not in mood, but this time, all the voice and the words were too heartfelt for him to shout. He looked up and searched around before finding an angel on his right, handing him a scarf.

At least he thought she was an angel...

And then he realized she was pouting, "Aren't you going to accept my offer?" She was so soft, and so beautiful. Everything about her that he could see had already melt all his agony away. He wasn't shaking anymore, he wasn't breathing hard anymore. He was alright, and most importantly, he was in a calm and peaceful state. His mind was clear.

"Thank you," he managed to crack and about to take the scarf, but she pulled her hands away.

"Let me," she smiled and before he could avoid it, she was sitting beside him and put the scarf around his shoulder neatly. Lewis didn't want to think about it, but he could feel her calm breathing on his cheeks as she lean in, and her soft skins on his neck as she moved around.

"You...?" He was now all confused. And she took a deep breath and smile at him.

"I just walked around and saw you... Are you alright?" Lewis almost fainted; it was as if she knew he wasn't.

"Yeah, I'm cool..."

"You can be open to me Lewis.. I'm all here when you need someone to talk to."

"But.."

She stopped him immediately and pulled her inside her soft and warm embrace.

"I know you needed someone.. I just want to help."

Lewis was stunned. And his heart was melting quickly. He was warm now. All safe.

"You're... an angel." He said breathlessly. And he pulled her tighter, closer to him. Lewis was sure she was smiling.

"No. I'm not. I'm Diana..."

Diana... My Diana...

Lewis put his head on her shoulder before she stroke his hair.

"I need a help... A help like yours..." He said weakly.

"I know, but can you see I'm here? I'm listening to you Lewis... I'm listening to you.."

"Oh Diana..." Was all that Lewis could say.

Written by : Mia Insomnia - Friday, 5th March 2010.

"As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts, oh the warmth on your eyes swept me into your arms... Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt."

The soft, enchanting voice was so clear and closed to his sensitive ears. It was like a spell that flew off invisibly in the air during this time of winter. The snowflakes were everywhere, blazes had just started, and the wind blew in so strongly. But for Dylan, the voice of Sierra was the coldest and loudest thing he could hear, and without him wanting to, he was beginning to fall for the spell. The enchanting, irresistible singing voice of an angel.

Not to mention the meaning behind every special, little words she just sang out. The lyrics that she mentioned she had fallen in love with, which she stated as the best one ever released in the world at the moment. She pronounced every each of them with such great softness, even the flow of the waterfall weren't able to detect her. Her lips formed with every tuned she made, every little pitch she put. It was amazing to see even her face stayed as calm as the serene, frozen water. The angelic smiles that played on her full, red lips, connected to her naturally green, as green as the forest eyes and every pretty, stepping movement she made on the noiseless puddle of snow below.

As if there was a spotlight shining on her, she'd be a fairy coming out of a five year old girl book, with her enchanting voices, beautifully, less compared figure and the pretty step dancing she did. She was an angel, he wanted to believe.

"Stop singing, Sierra..." He groaned softly. His face straight ahead, didn't have the intention to turn to see her vulnerable, young, sweet face making a pout. Sierra didn't seem to listen to her partner, instead continued her humming and turning around to make a dancing circle with her winter coat.

Dylan swallowed, still feeling it was impossible to resist his own, true desire now. But he tried, he had to. Sierra smiled, as if understanding him and made a little laugh that sounded like a beautiful sonnet.

"Am I driving you crazy, Dylan?" Eventually ignoring his stiffness, she hoped and landed beside him. Her soft hands wrapping Dylan's and he had the urge to sweep her off of the snow ground into his warm hands.

"A lot." He said, breathing uneasy. Even if he had all the desires building up inside him, Dylan didn't show an attempt to move his arms away. He stayed there where he was, and both the young couple kept walking through the cold, winter night. As they usually did.

It was Sierra's whole idea and desire. She wanted to have a night walk during winter and autumn with the one she loved. Only a night walk, she said, but Dylan couldn't help of wishing more.

"Why don't you try to kiss me then? Or hug me?" That sentenced somehow had made Dylan froze than the frozen ices beneath him. He was surprised by the statement asked from Sierra's little mouth toward him. It was never there before.

"Sierra?" He had to make sure.

"Here, darling." She giggled and waved her little fingers in front of his face. And without any warning at all, she stood on her tip-toed and leaned in to kiss the corner of his lips. Not fully in the middle, just the right corner, but already Dylan felt like a lightning striking him at that very moment. As slowly as a timer could count, he moved his hands up toward her neck, where he could feel Sierra's little shudder. But her eyes were glittering with awe.

"You don't make me do something I don't want to, Sierra." Dylan's voice was even softer now. But Sierra's mouth hang open and she jumped up and down on her little feet. Her hands all over Dylan's broad chest.

"Dylan! Don't you know that you are also driving me crazy right here at this moment?" With wide eyes, Sierra cupped her hands on her neck and sighed loudly. Moving his arms away, she stepped back a little.

"Or do I have to sing again for you?" She asked.

"Sierra..." Dylan felt his heartbeat lost it's own rhythm; he just want her in his arms now. But instead, Sierra made another pretty dancing steps she knew before singing her favourite song.

"And my head told my heart, 'let love grow', but my heart told my head, 'this time no, this time no..." With one beautiful last circle, Sierra stopped directly in front of Dylan in time where he caught her in his arms. As tightly as he could, Dylan cuddled his loved in his arms and planted kisses in every inches of her face. The road was empty, and the snow and cold seemed to understand their truly desire; everything suddenly went warm and beautiful surrounding them.

Sierra caught a breath before she could meet her lips with him, and then smiled as he frowned.

"This time yes?" She asked, her voice full with enchanting spells, and Dylan wanted to faint and fall for it already.

Impatiently, he nodded vigorously and kissed the tip of her nose before adding, "This time you're mine, this time I'm yours and this time yes, yes for making true love."

Sierra smiled was captured fully by Dylan, and he wasn't about to let go. For once, Dylan felt all freely to move and touch Sierra anywhere he wanted. He thought it would be years and years of waiting for him to be able to do that, but he didn't realize his angel her self was in true desire that he had contain ever since he met her. Now everything was easier for them.

Sierra could sing any song she liked every time they went out for a walk, and that means, Dylan could do just anything he wanted whenever he heard her enchanting, spell of voices giving him the desires.

Nothing could stop them now. Not them, their selves.

Elizabeth.

Written by : Mia Insomnia - January 10, 2010.

Elizabeth is,
The love story of two world,
Why do we meet each other,
When eventually we separate.
Daylight begin to lost,
Swallow by the darkness,
Separation of seasons,
Makes our story disappear.

Dreaming of your touches,
Where the snow burn for warmth,
The world was filled then,
With color of radiant love flowers.
Only we who were fading.
Until the season change.
The sun retreat.
There goes the fire of love.

She Elizabeth,
Symbol of broken love,
Separated because,
Unbroken different customs.
Hence, love fall together,
With the dried, dead leaves
Away... Away...

Direction of my life,
Separated by Elizabeth.
But I had to,
For my love Elizabeth.
Hoping for an opening,
A door for me in your heart.
There will be an unfold way,
If only you are faithful,
Oh Elizabeth....

Memorable Birthday.

Written by : Mia Insomnia - November 29, 2009.

Take my hands,
Take my whole life too,
For I can't help falling in love with you.

I kept singing the same lyrics over and over again since the midnight of 5th of March. I could still recall every second of details that had happened right after my 12 o'clock alarm went off. It was a night to remember and there wasn't a tiny bit intention in me to try to ease the memories off my mind. Even for a single precious ticking hour. I smiled as the moment began to revise... It was as fresh as it was yesterday.

***

"KRING KRING!!!"

The alarm from my cellphone rang loud enough for me to wake up. I did. And I stretched out while still lying down. The bed squeaked under me, but I didn't make an attempt to stand or sit up. My eyes adjusted slowly in the dim light of my bedroom. I knew even before peering to my bedroom clock that it was twelve in the middle of the night. And to top it off, it was already the 5th of March. The seconds needle in my clock ticked by and told me to get up and be ready for the day. It was the early first hour of 5th March, and I was suddenly nervous.

I bit my lower lip, felt cold for once and let the blanket wrap tightly around me.

"Honey...?" I heard the soft whisper clearly beside my right ear. I closed my eyes tightly. I did not answer, but lay taking in the silence. I heard the soft breathing closed to my neck. I smelt the male strong cologne, and I loved it. Not sure if my senses were working, but I felt the long, warm fingers were cupping my face. Heating me. Making me red, purposely making me blush.

"Happy 20th Birthday," he said.

I bit my lip harder, held my blanket tighter. I didn't let my eyes open, though I was fighting it off. I didn't want to let the tears from my eyes fall like a waterfall in front of him. I didn't want him to think that he was making me sad, because truth was he didn't. But I could never let my natural way of being happy; which was having unstoppable tears while the smile was playing wildly on my face. I fought not to cry and struggled to breath easy.

And I felt his warm, full lips on mine. For a second. Or maybe half. Softly with a noise. I didn't know if he could already feel me trembling now.

"It's your special nigh, honey. And yet, here I am. Doing nothing but this... But you do know I love you so much," he whispered.

Without meaning to, I exhaled slowly. Loud enough for him to hear it. I opened my eyes, one by one second. Letting the precious moment come to me. With curiosity and affections at the same time, I began to lock my eyes with the person I had loved the most since five years back.

There he was. My hero, my one and only true lover. My knight and my embraces. He was my sword, yet he didn't let the sharp end cut me even for a slight. There he was, leaning to me on my bed. Wearing his full black suit and a red tie with loosened white shirt inside. The smart-cut, copper hair hang out loosely in front of him, the green, hypnotizing eyes and not to mention his tempting, red-lust lips. My heart beat quickly. My tears began to flow out uncontrollably. I didn't move even a bit to let a sob or sniff conquer me. I just laid there beneath him, watching him. Staring at him for the whole five minutes.

Nathaniel had been there with me for five whole years. Yet it seemed I had known him forever. We had been through a lot together and lately, things were rough between us. It wasn't that we had been through a lot of hard times because of our relationship, but the condition surround us didn't seem to support our bond. Sometimes, things were too busy for us to even be able to meet once a week. And to top it off, I hadn't meet him for a whole month due to some intolerable reasons. Nathan had to go to his work in Paris, leaving me behind in Southampton. It wasn't far, I knew. I could just withdraw all my money in the bank to book a ticket to Paris and hugged my way over to him. But nothing was even more ill-feeling and hurt than to be away with your loved one. I had lost my parents since two, and it was a different feeling because I was a kid. And this time... This time that I had grew up, it was a whole stabbed-deep-to-the-heart kind of thing. In addition, I was with him all these years, always together. Then suddenly... he just had to go.

And Nathan had just came home tonight. And tonight was my birthday. And tonight I let him to take the key to my bedroom. And tonight was the first time I let him to enter my room during the night. And tonight was the first time we had ever been in one bed together. I was nervous, I was pale, I was trembling. But I had been waiting for my whole life for this precious moment.

"Do I have to kiss you again to get you fully woke up, beautiful moon?" He cracked my favorite smile. I had to struggle not to crash my lips to him. So to answer him, I just shook my head defensively.

"Well, do something to me. I'm waiting..." he whispered again in the silence. Letting all his warmth inside me. I inhaled silently and let the seconds passed by for one to two.

Then, looking up at him, I let my lips to form a smile. His favorite smile.

"Thank you... Nathaniel Ricardo," I said. And without hesitating anymore, I took his hands from my cheeks and held it tightly to my heart. He was frozen for a second. And when I let him exhaled again, he smiled warmly. I saw his eyes stinging. His worried lines gone away fully from his beautiful eyebrows. I was happy to see his lit up face even in the darkness of my room.

It was as if I saw his halo around the room.

And before I realized it, Nathaniel was singing softly for me in the middle of the night. In the night where my birthday had just started, where our unforgettable moment had just came. He had just sang a momentum song for me to make the whole scene perfect.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too... For I can't help falling in love with you..." As soon as he finished the short, lovely song, his tilted his head and looked down right to me. Our hands were still tight holding to each other, and our gazes locked passionately.

"Th-th-that's beautiful, Nathan..." I stammered. He smiled again, but came a heavy sighed afterward.

"I had come. I had took your key. I had unlocked your door. I had climbed your bed. I had greet your birthday. I had kiss your lips. I had confess my feeling. And then all you was just taking my hand but still it was already persuading me to give all my life to you? You don't even need to kiss my lips back. You just took my hand and already my life is for yours. Now tell me, my love. What had you done to this weak soul?"

He was so focused, and so unreadable. And his words had let my tears even more stronger than the strongest wave. But he didn't wipe it away. Instead, holding on me tightly, he leaned down and planted his lips slightly at first on my cheek.

"Would you let this weak soul to penetrate to your life for like ever, my heart?" His whispered stung deep into my heart. Leaving beautiful temptation inside the cage rib. I was too stunned to say a word, but without wanting him to wait, I nod my head. Wishing he'd knew how much he meant to me.

And he did.

What happened next was out of our reach. Yet it was there. It was real. And there were only us both who knew and cherished the moment together. Since that night, it had become my most memorable night ever, not forgetting my unforgettable birthday gift. I loved him in the past, in the present and in the future.

Nathaniel had truly became half of me.

***

My beautiful daydreaming was suddenly disturbed as I felt safe and strong arms embracing me from behind. A peck planted on my cheek and I smelt the familiar, strong male scents. Smiling, I wrapped my hands around.

"Someone missed me?" I asked.

He nodded. Not saying a word, kept hugging me. Kept kissing me.

"Escaped from the meeting again?" I joked.

Nodded again. Still affectionately grazing my face.

"Not afraid of being fired?" I giggled.

Shaking this time. His hands moved up.

"So what about the promise you made to me then?"

For once, he let me go and turned me around. Looked at me with confusion. I pouted.

"You forgot?" I asked.

"What...?" He scratched his head. Looking childish. I gasped and punched his chest weakly.

"Nathan! You can't-" But Nathan cut me off by kissing me passionately on the lips. When he let me go, he was laughing hard. I blushed.

"Baby... I could never forget my promise. Not any promise that I made to you anyway," he smirked. "So... Where do you want to go to our honeymoon?"

By that time, I felt the song of Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling In Love was becoming our faded song in the background. And our smile entwined together. I felt like flying off in the air. I felt like living in cloud number nine. But yet, I was that and more. More than anything else.

Take my hands,
Take my whole life too,
For I can't help falling in love with you.

A Ship Of A True Friend.

Written by : Mia Insomnia. November 26, 2009.


Never in her life had she expected to abide such a friend like Alexander, whom she described as a true-blue, kind-hearted and loving to every friends he had. Tania didn't know what he'd describe her, but she was sure he knew her well by now and that they had been through a lot during the last memorable, precious three years. She saw him munching his usual Corntos, looking attractive and as self-composed as usual.

"You know it's rude to stare, Tania," he said while still munching, a lop-sided grinned shown on his face. For me, he never failed to make people smiled altogether with his sly personality.

"I'm not staring, Mr. Handsome. Just checking," Tania chuckled as she joined him sitting on the long bench under the tree at their college's park ground. The summer sun was shining directly at them and hundreds other students who were gathering around the park for their lunch.

Tania still found it hard to believe that it was their last day. Tomorrow by the early sunrise, they'd graduate and be holding their own certificates. She didn't know what would happen in the future and she was afraid to find out about their friendship. He offered her the snack and being sticky, she hesitated to pick one.

"Tania! It's not poisoned godforsaken!" Alexander laughed loudly as she pouted and took three of the delicious snack sticks altogether. Defensive, she looked away, acting sulky.

"Hey," he nudged her on the ribs, "having problems are we?" As she suspected, Alexander turned his attention entirely to her, though he still munched.

"No." Stalling, Tania shook her head and grabbed the whole pack of Corntos from his hand, turning away again.

"Lies," he hissed, sulking now. Not wanting to pick an argument, Tania sighed enviously and turned her head to face him. 'Losing as always, am I?' she thought weakly.

"Don't laugh, but I'm being honest here, Alex..." she hesitated, biting her lips and fighting the tears emerging on the shallow of her eyes.

"Tell me then, bubbly face," he pushed, elbowing her again. Blushing, Tania bravely stared at him in the eye.

"So as our senior year comes to an end. I want to say, thanks for being a true friend," she whispered, almost whimpering.

He saw the glistening tears prickled down her soften cheeks. As usual, at once Alexander felt pity and sadness overwhelmed his heart as he saw her crying softly, sobbing and sniffing as she sat there, hands down and head lowered. Being a guy, and growing, he found it was hard to cry easily except probably in occasion where he'd lose his mother. But now, unbelievably, he felt as if his eyes couldn't contain no longer now, and that his heart wanted to burst in a second if he didn't outburst what he felt now.

"God! Is this a crying day or what?" Ferdie, a famous redhead, skaters and basketball player of the college passed by them laughing insensitively. Alexander gave him a warning look as Tania tried to control her sniffing.

"Mind your business, mate," harshly, he signaled him to just go away. Ferdie laughed again while putting both his palms up, resigning.

"Alright, alright hero. I'll go now. Oh and Tania?" he called, spoke up after Tania snapped her head up at him, "don't weep again now, a hero's beside you," he laughed loudly and cheerfully walked away leaving them behind. Alexander found his rage burning and as he wanted to follow him up, he felt Tania's smooth hand on his arms.

"Be it," she said softly, still as usual, telling him not to start a fight that he usually did. Sighing, he slumped down back on the bench but this time, he moved closer to Tania. She looked so pale and sad it was heart-wrenching.

"Tania?" he called her softly, holding her fingers, "whose quote is that?"

"Rochelle Blue," she whispered, still head down. He smiled, found that Tania would never changed her obsession for poetry. He was sure she'd been checking all the resources for every poems she could get to find the suitable line to tell him today. He doubt if he'd be able to do that, and her line was so touching that he wanted to sweep her off the floor now and high into the air.

"That is so lovely, Tania," he smiled again, this time making sure Tania was looking at him. Her eyes glittered with awe as he pulled her in a tight, protective embrace.

"You want to know a secret?" he said in a secretive voice.

She nodded, too stunned to say a word.

"Well," he started, caressing her soft hair, "I always thought that best friend kind of thing was girl's stuff, you know. I always thought that I'd never had a true friend and that everyone else before you, those boys and girls around me were just... friends. Not best friend, no true friend. Like there was no such thing in my life before. But... as you came into my life, you were the one who taught me about friendship. I was lost before you came, Tania. But you came, and you pulled me up to the correct pathways. Promised you, our ship will stay strong even though the waves are moving wrong," he kissed the top of her hair as he felt her sobbing uncontrollably. He knew she knew he meant it, and they knew together that they wouldn't lose their best friendship ever. Whatever goes in between them.

Evalena.

Written by Mia Insomnia - November 26, 2009.

"Do you think we'd survive our relationship, Evan?" he heard Lena's soft, melodious voice asking him close to his right ear. Eventually, noticing her fear and painful breathing, he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, letting her lean on his tough, muscular chest.

"Of course we will," without knowing he was either assuring himself or her, he let the summer night wind to blow his hopeful words away. As they sat against the exuberant tall trees under the moonlight, he rest his chin on her head smelling her powerful feminine scents. Unlike the rest of the nights, the Greenstone Park wasn't as crowded as it used to be. He saw only few walking couples, who didn't seem to mind them, having their romantic scene on the famous site. Lena then picked a nearby twig and moved her head to peer at her dreaming boyfriend.

"A penny for your thoughts?" she whispered, trying to give him his favorite smile.

"I thought that was old-fashioned stuff," he let out a low chuckle and kissed the tip of her nose. When he saw her pouting, he laughed harder. Remembering that she was three years younger than him, he noticed how innocent she was, how vulnerable she was.

"Well..." she said, "two pennies for you then, Mr. Smarty," she mumbled and turned to the tree's trunk and started to scribble some unintelligible words on it. Evan didn't stop his laughs immediately but slowly turned it into an envious sigh as he finally saw what she was writing.

"I'll make it free for you," his grinned was half-hearted, "Us. I'm thinking about us, Lena," he read the words she scribbled on the trunk.

"Look here," Lena pulled his sleeves and made him turned to the tree, "I had wrote your name there, now I want you to write mine beside it," obviously not listening to whatever Evan had said, she was lost into the idea of hers to write their love-life name on the brown, thick trunk. Evan made a face and scratch his head.

"But sweetheart, you missed an 'N' on my name there. You wrote E-V-A and no 'N'," without waiting, Evan began to finish his incomplete precious name. But as quick as the speed of sound, Lena slapped his hands away. The thin, one-pieced twig fell and he let out a single gasped.

Sighing heavily, she rubbed her boyfriend's front hand softly before speaking, realizing he was shocked and that she was overacting.

"I want our name to be put together, Evan," she whispered again, softer than ever. Her voice seemed to chill him more than the night's cold breeze.

"Tell me something I could understand then, honey," he cupped her face between his palms and kissed her forehead. As always, Lena's heart beat unevenly whenever he gave her some romantic action. Not that she didn't like it, but she wasn't used to it; shy was her nature. He ignored her redden cheeks, and kept planting kisses on her face.

"EvaLena," she said simply, with a determined voice and a shaky lips, she said the words she always dreamed about. According to her working senses, she realized that Evan had stopped kissing her now, but was looking at her with awe and amazement in his blue, sky eyes.

"What did you say, my love?" he whispered hoarsely. Feeling like he was flying in the air, so glorious to know that his one and only love was actually thinking about him all this time. And eventually even invented a divine, enchanting and unbreakable name for the two of them. He felt like he was about to collapse when she didn't say the words once more.

"EvaLena," she repeated, "I want you and me to be together, forever and always, Evan. I want to live my life with you, and the rest of it only with you. There isn't much I can give you, my soul, but take whatever is in me. My life, my love, my breath... Everything I have, I give it for you. You and only you, Evan," without meaning to, a single tear trickled down her soft, blooming cheeks. And faster than a struck of lightning, the others began to follow like a waterfall. Evan saw it, as his undivided attention was only for Lena. Without hesitating, he cradled her in his strong, protective arms. A feeling of love and more had just conquered him and he didn't want it to let go, he let it flow inside Lena's small, delicate body.

"My love, my heart... Be mine and be mine for ever, EvaLena," he said in an awed whispers. She heard it clearly and knowing that he loved the words, she came to a conscious feeling of relieved. How she hoped so much for Evan to love the precious nickname she made for them.

As they parted away from the tight, lovely embraced, Lena took the twig back and gave it to Evan with a sincere smile. He replied her without hesitation and kissed her lips shortly. She blushed away but still staring at him in the eye.

"L-E-N-A," he spoke the divided letters slowly as he drew their name on the tree trunk. From that night on, the exuberant tree in Greenstone Park was the only trees that they loved and shared with. As if understanding, they didn't find anyone trying to sit or camp at their memorable, precious site. With love and blooming feeling, the tall, posh tree was their spectator of their love story, EvaLena.