#44: Fictional Fantasies

I've been planning to shut down the site which contains much of my best blogging work: fictional romance stories. It's been some time now, so I decided I'd upload an entry from the site every once in a while. If you think it's old, think again.

From TotallyFiction (that's the site's name)
A Moment to Treasure

Unconcious I was, as if living in a fantasy, until she touched my hand. And all of a sudden I crashed back to reality. But a good crash. For there she was, sitting on the white sandy beach beside a calm tide. I looked into her eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes. And she uttered a soft "What's wrong?" out of her lips.

"N-nothing." I struggled to form those words in my mouth. Sigh. It was no use to lie to her, so as straightforward and honest as possible, I told her, "It's just that this moment with you is the first time I felt so complete."

A reddish hue appeared on her cheeks, and one of those sweet smiles that I've always looked forward to seeing spread across her fair face. And from a touch she was now holding my hand. She looked at me. "I feel the same." And as my tongue seemed to keep slipping as I tried to speak, she had gathered another group of words first. "I love you."

From that moment her hair had never looked so smooth, her face never as radiant as now, her eyes never looking so deep and beautiful, and her hand felt softer than ever.

This time it seemed as if the words were to come out smoothly. "I lov....."

"Ce! Wake up!" This time I really crashed. A bad crash. The irritating, squeaky voice of my younger brother ringed in my ears. "Ahpa said wake up la! It's already eleven thirty!" I wouldn't bother wasting space with exclamation marks, for they will never come close to the amount of noise my brother was making. With all the limited hope left in me, I pulled myself out of bed and looked around, but to my dismay the same dull green walls of my room stood before me. I had a dream.

As of my hope, it still lies somewhere in me, hoping hard to see the indescribable beauty shining out of her face, for one last time.

This post is written for the sake of updating my blog. It is completely FICTIONAL. Apologies to any females who thought that my description sounded like themselves, and are now disappointed that the dream has yet to occur. And yes, I do know how to write like a love-struck blogger. Too bad I'm a good actor too.