But who says we never knew the ending?
Today it’s a cozy cottage with a lovely scent of boiled soup, the creaks on the floor as we step on the wooden floor, and the sunshine creeping from the untightly woven walls. But we know how it will end; fire and scorching sunlight.
But your hands are still warm on my face, and your lips still kiss my tears away. I whispered an unspoken ‘I love you’ to your ears, and you answered with “I know” because you have said the exact same phrase unwaveringly for the past years and I know better than to question.
The question “Why?” soared in my mind. But do I have the right to question when I still long for your love and your hold still shut me up?
“Do you still remember how this will end?” slipped on my tongue after we turned our kid to sleep. The candlelight flickered on your face as you looked at me with your ever-loving eyes.
“Yes. And does it matter?”
And I wanted to say, “Yes”, but you blew the candle away and pulled me into your arms in the darkness. My ear is put right beside your chest.
Thump-thump-thump
Maybe it doesn’t really matter.
Title taken from "Bercinta Lewat Kata" by Donne Maula
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