ramblings, basically.

The following is triggered while reading something a while ago.

Hopeless romantics always dream about having the most perfect date. The most magical one. Just by being brought to the beach, you know you're in for a lovely evening ahead. Never mind what food you guys have for the picnic. Never mind what music goes on in the background. Never mind the kids brought there by parents to enjoy an evening bathing in the sun.

Okay who am I kidding. Maybe the kids would matter. If everyone's in a light mood, maybe people would think: awww, the cute little kids remind me of the times when... But when things are dark, cloudy and hazy, people would more likely to be thinking: buzz of you bozo buffalo, who are you to spoil my day here eh? run back to mummy, you little punk!

And then you share a little quiet time with each other in a little tent, feeding each other some fries, laughing at the little things but can't help it since everything is so merry. Then you take a little stroll around the beach, playing with the things at the playground that you have not touched since you were 6, and what not. Walking hand in hand, grinning at every thought and every statement each other makes, enjoying the little breeze, fiddling about in the sand. And you get told again and again how special and precious you are, while you melt inside unknowingly. You feel like you're floating. With glee. And wonder about how such blessing could come your way. Had you deserved it? Maybe it was too good to be true?

You then sit down on rocks, leaning on each other, still having a joyous conversation going on while feeling very much appreciated. Never mind the texture of the rocks that may ache your ass. (Whoops, what a way to ruin a lovely sweet romantic thought.) You still would rather spend the entire night there just sitting, even if it means difficulty in walking the next day. You rather not move an inch. Just glad you're there with someone special means the entire world to you. And then the sun begins setting, and you see pretty colours sprawled all over the sky, beyond the horizon. It's like the sun was happy for you and decided it was enough of looking over you. The stars would soon take over that job.

Sweet nothings would be whispered gently into your ears as the eyes of the special person are lost in yours. An arm around you ensures that you'll be protected for the night. And you just dive straight into the person's arms and wonder why time seems to be passing so quickly. A long and big hug that you wish doesn't end. The warmth and smell of the person lingers on and you love it.

Finally, when you hear the trees rustling, and birds chirping the good night greetings and the stars hovering above, you pack things up, and stroll off still hand in hand, reluctant as hell to let go.

Well, I thought that's a great image of a perfect date. :) Pretty thought. I am quite a hopeless romantic I realised. Don't need expensive food or an expensive restaurant to please me. Just pretty sights, pretty thoughts, pretty words and a lovely hug can do me a superb day.

Oh yeah what am I doing on the eve of an E-math and SS paper? Hmm.
I'm just gearing myself up to write English essays on Wednesday. :)

posted by sh @ 8:04 pm