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Amira Idayu
You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
Amira Idayu. Preface. tagboard.

Your wedding dance.
1/31/2010 09:33:00 AM
Sunday
bop to the top
(wrote this piece one fine day.. Comprehend..)

I remember the ocean where you once took me for a swim. I remember how you'd float me up, with waters tracing the outline of my body and covering my ears. So that I couldn't hear any other beats but my heart beat. I remember how you would dry me up with a towel and how you'd burn the wood to keep me warm, I remember how you'd take a glimpse at me and caught my gaze and hold it. I remember late July. How you'd tell me i look beautiful. Even when my nose was the reddest and bloodshot were my eyes. I love how you'd tell me to get well soon. I remember you whispered I love you and kissed my hair when you thought I was sleeping. I remembered how you glued my broken soul. I remembered I saw you wrote my initial after your name. I remember how you'd touch my hair and told me any guy would be crazy not to be crazy about my hair.

And now, something I'll always remember. How you waited at the altar with your best man. How you stood beside your best man with the ring box tucked safely in your pockets. How I see the hidden anxiety, masked with a jolly expression. Your hands must be sweaty now, they always are when you're nervous. You wait for the announcement of the arrival of your bride. With the pretty, white wedding dress. It is a dream come true. It was the greatest day, my heart was beating doubly fast too. Your happiness is my happiness.

There she stood, opposite of you. In a big, lovely white wedding dress. I could see what your child would look like, lovely. Rings exchanged, eyes glimmered. Don't, for a second, think that you're making a huge mistake. I know what's on your mind. By the way you blink your eyes almost too frequently, I know you only too well. You took her hands and led her to the dance floor to have your wedding dance, your first. Her smile, so perfect, almost overwhelming. Comes the part where she backfaced me as the both of you dance. I saw your eyes. Yes, you're in my heart. But she's your Mrs. As you have your wedding dance, I stood amongst your guests. I whispered a silent prayer. Your happiness is my happiness.

Yours.