Her Perfect Life [3] : Let it Snow

She sipped the hot chocolate while watching people passed by the coffee shop. She always had a thing with a big wide window where she could observe her surrounding. She loved how every person interacted with each other. When she saw a couple in love before her, the sight made her sighed and missed him eventually. Yet, she understood the fact that their world was different. Beside their beautiful relationship, each one of them had their own business that also needed attention. He was not her universe like she wasn't his, but it did not mean they loved each other any less. That was how they shared their life together. 

She shook her thoughts about him. Today was her 'me time' day and she intended to spend it well before going back to her dissertation. After smiling kindly for a little girl with the cutest pink winter coat, who bounced while holding her mom's hand, she turned her attention back to her most favorite novel: Harry Potter.

She read the story silently. The Christmas carols played softly in the cafe. It was so comfortable and warm--made her missed home, though. However, she knew that distance clearly made the heart grew fonder. Boy, if it was not the truth. She found her relationship with her family was tricky. After living alone for almost five years, it would always work best if there was distance between them. She did not know whether she should be sad about it or not.

It was not because she did not love them--actually it was not about love and affection at all. Maybe when you grew up, you changed inevitably. You possessed your own character, you were your own person, and you were ready to build something on your own.

It was nice to have your clan closely, a place where you could always call home, but somehow you had been set up for a totally different setting at some point. You craved the freedom they could not give. Most of all, she knew her time to stand on her own feet has come. Funnily, she did not complain at all. She loved the independence that came with it. Honestly, it was a privilege when you were able to manage your own space to grow.

Suddenly, something shifted outside the window. It effectively disrupted her attention. She looked over the window and gasped! It was snowing outside! The first snow! She grinned widely, watching the snow like it was her first time. Always so magical and soothing--it was like the snowflakes absorb every clatters in the street.

She closed her eyes...content.

When she opened them...there he was, standing outside the coffee shop. He was standing exactly in front of her, holding a piece of paper that said:

I missed you today. 

He then changed the paper with another one.

I know today is our 'me time' day but it's the first snow. 
Share a cup of hot choco and that fatty cheese cake with me, will you? 

And more...

I promise I will read that ol' Harry Potter book for you?

She giggled and nodded enthusiastically. The crazy guy, annoyed the hell out of her but she did not want to have him any other way. He gave her his perfect boyish grin in return and jogged into the coffee shop. He then took a seat beside her and held her close.

She buried her face on his neck and inhaled his manly yet sweet scent. He smelled like those irises from Tuscany and sandalwood--strong yet reassuring. Her own version of solace.

Perfect day indeed.

Almost

He was sitting in front of her. Nothing was said, they just looked into each other's eyes. Savoring the sight that would soon be memories. The cafe was not so crowded yet not really empty either. Several people just enjoying the jazzy music echoing through the dimmed lighted room. It was a sweet day though, the first snow just fell down, covering the already cold soil. The sky was pretty gloomy but the Christmas decoration brightened up the mood. The silence almost felt so comfortable. Ah. That was the word... almost.

"I am so sorry..." He started the conversation, breaking the spell. It was not because he needed words. In fact, they did not need them at all, but some things were better to be spoken while others... let's just say that not all things should be declared out loud.

"What for?" She smiled at his words--not confuse a bit because she already knew the direction of this conversation. It was just good to make him say it first. It was not only to stroke her womany pride but she simply did not want to assume too far. She wanted to learn his depth before disclosing hers.

"I wish I approached you sooner. I wish the situation were different. I wish... Seems like I'm about to have a lot of wishes right now." He chuckled, she could not help but giggled.

"Well, it's a week before Christmas and you know, wishes that revolve around me? I think it won't be that bad." She smirked at him, tried to lighten up their mood by coating the serious topic with a joke.

"No, it will never be bad." He caressed her ring finger that was now beautified by a pretty diamond ring.

"Just come to my wedding, friend." She smiled and squeezed his much larger hands. She did not deny, nor confirm about her desire toward him. He was right, the situation was not in their favor, but they both knew that it was for the best. They were a good friend. Their friendship was so pure, it was just too precious to be tainted by a messy romance. Both of them also could not even picture a future where they might involve as a lover. No, they were perfect as a friend. Only a friend.

He smiled at her sincerely when she stood, gave him a warm hug and a lovely peck on his cheek.

"Take care!" She said cheerfully. Too cheerful for his liking but who could blame her? She deserved to be this happy and content. Even, when his heart was almost breaking

"You too..."

And then she waltzed out to the snowy weather, leaving him with his still warm and untouched coffee.

Almost...

Her Perfect Life [2] : Satellite

It was a really long day even it was only five in the afternoon. After a non-stop work she had, she finally submitted her first of many papers to her lecturer--just like a normal PhD student. At the time she left her office, her stomach was growling since she skipped her lunch time. Now, she was just too tired to stop by and judging from the weather, it would not be long until the heavy rain poured down. She decided to go home directly and cook some.

She parked her bike and entered her apartment. In the voyeur, she could listen John Mayer's songs were playing softly. She smiled to herself and took off her shoes. Noises coming from the kitchen, followed by a mouth watering smell of food. There he was, too busy cooking their meals to notice her arrival. Slowly she approached him and buried her face in his strong and broad back. He smells so good. He smells just like him...

"Welcome home!" He turned around and enveloped her with his strong arms. 

Yeah, definitely felt like home.

"How are you?" He asked.

She just shook her head, too tired and too hungry to answer. He just chuckled before pulled her to her seat in the breakfast bar.

"Dinner is about to ready!"

She smiled when he was back from the kitchen with lasagna.

"Do you want white wine with it?" he asked and she answered it with an enthusiastic nod. He was only laughing and brought her a glass of wine as well.

Once he was sat in his chair, she raised from hers and hugged him tightly. She kissed his temple as an appreciation for his effort to make her happy.

"Thank you..." she said before went back to her high chair and dig into her lasagna.

They ate in silent but enjoyed their dessert with a lot of update about each other's day or argumentation here and there about current political issues. For her, they were so compatible because they could talk about every single thing. They can easily debate each other and deliver their opinion confidently without any real tension--only to broaden their knowledge about each other's personality and point of views. 

She took his hands in hers after they put their dishes in the dishwasher. She pulled him to her favorite spot in front of her apartment's big wide windows.

"Watch the rain with me before going home, will you?" she asked him and of course, he answered her by pulling her to his lap and covering them both with a warm blanket. He hugged her tightly before kissing her forehead. They snuggled without words, watching the heavy rain and enjoying the sweet sound of it. 

She closed her eyes. Content.

It seemed like her world went back to its axis whenever he was around. He was her imperfectly perfect satellite.