Does She Love Me?

Does She Love Me?
A silence louder than  the strongest echo reverberated between us when I pulled her closer to myself. I could hear her heart beating wildly while I felt sure she was an audience to a similar orchestra being played near her heart. The warmth of her body made me feel hot in in an already warm summer, but I pulled her closer to myself all the same.  Both of us shook violently as two tectonic plates deep under the earth touched each other. We took a deep breath as each of us prepared to take a dip in a lava full of love.

 

An entire ton of passion lay encapsulated in the minuscule moment I held her in my arms. She was quivering with surprise and delight at the same time while I pulled her closer to myself.  A smile on her face defined her pleasure In a typical way; she had volunteered to be in the position, and I’m sure she enjoyed every moment of it. The moment was coming to an end before I realised it: she was trying to wriggle out of an awkward situation she had pushed herself into.

 

I let her go quite passively. She untangled her arms she had wrapped around me as she prepared to draw the embarrassment to an end. Her typical warmth that was to remain with me for a long time. I had savoured a mystical flavour for the first time in my life. I was about to smack my lips with delight when I read some confessions throbbing wildly in her eyes; I’m sure she couldn’t have articulated them in words. I read them in her eyes all the same, although she did her best to hide them.

 

She closed her eyes for a while, and all my world plunged in a world of darkness and dismay. I was about to kiss her eyes when she moved away from me. A lot of confessions were still floating in her eyes waiting to be discovered and read. They were encrypted in a language I didn’t know; their typical syntax and grammar did surprise me. They were certainly new for me. I opened my eyes to look at her more closely.

 

A blush on her fair cheeks gave away an embarrassment she wanted to conceal from me. Roses in a garden can never have had a brighter shade. It contrasted with her fair complexion making her all the more beautiful. I was on my way to putting a crown on her while  she stood before me panting for breath like someone who had completed a marathon, and won it too. I could almost hear crowds cheering her victory. I was also a part of that crowd. She was walking to the podium to claim her prize even as she stood before me with her eyes bowed down.

 

Her eyes were still searching for an entity she seemed to have lost in me. She had left behind a lot more than her fragrance when she had liberated herself from my grip. I can’t say if her grip was tighter over me or I held her stronger in my arms. For a few  seconds, both of us held each other like we were never going to loosen our grips. I searched my history for moments better than this, but even Google can’t find anything like it.

 

All the same, I can feel her presence in my arms even though she isn’t  a part of my embrace  anymore. The warmth of her breaths was like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Her heart was still beating wildly while she stood before me, and so was mine; the excitement wasn’t going to pass by without leaving a strong mark on both of us.  She was blushing all over and so was I.  A photographer was required to capture the moment.

 

She had fallen in love with me, I’m sure, although a part of her was denying the truth as vehemently as it could. She was shaking her head in utter disbelief.  She couldn’t believe it: how could she do what she had just done? She had gone beyond the limits of decent behaviour. She had simply flung herself on me without any prior notice. I was struck by her action, but I interpreted it as her need of  being loved.

 

She wanted love. I’m glad I gave her more love than she could ever even think of. I wish I could give her more. I wanted to hold her even more tightly  in my arms the very next moment. The moment of contact wasn’t enough for either of us. I wanted more of love, I was craving for love. My craving had made me a whirlpool ready to suck in all objects around me. She was standing close to me at that moment. It had drawn her closer to me; it had held her closer to me for a long time.

 

 I wanted to give more of love. I know that the more love I give, the more love will I get. The whirlpool in me wanted more and more of love. I only wonder if the axiom held water in this case. I prepared myself to give all the love she could ever imagine. She stood blushing like a red rose while she stood before me and all this crossed my mind.

 

 A few wisps of her hair entangled with my shoulders were the only remnants of the immense passion she had displayed, and yet she was blushing with shame and pride at the same time. She seemed to have achieved something remarkable in her life. My kiss had assured her whatever she had done, wasn’t wrong. All the same, there was a typical sense of guilt dripping from her face.

 

My kiss had assured her she was beautiful. To be loved by someone is a sure-shot way of knowing this truth. She was still shaking and quivering with excitement while I began to wonder if I had done something wrong. She didn’t kiss me to reciprocate my emotions, but somehow, I know she loves me.