A 5-Minute Forever

A little past ten in the evening, and there we are, walking along the almost depleted foyers of a once mundane place that soon became of utmost importance to me. We were at the south, and we’re heading to the other side of the parking lot, which made me consider that we will be together for at least 5 more minutes. Each step we took brought us closer to the estimated 5-minute time, and for the first time in my life, I prayed that some form of an impairment will strike us instantly, so as to prolong our time together.

We were about half a meter away from each other — a safe distance for friends, I assumed. I brought with me the perfect eyesights for each eye, and so I was able to take a good look at him, a secret one. He was about 5’9″, with a body same as that of the boy next door, and the face of an angel. He had a well-waxed hair, which made me think that if I had it muddled, I would at once be cursed by him. But that, of course seemed impossible — angels don’t curse. His voice need not be questioned. It was as soft as his face, as gentle as his laughter, as warm as his smiles, and as comforting as his stare. His stare. I avoided nothing but his semi-chinked eyes, for I had been told once, that a mere contact of my gaze to another’s can make me fall in love. I took it as a warning.

During those moments, I realized that maybe, forever doesn’t really have to take forever. Forever might last for only five minutes, or less, depending on how each minute was cherished. And so for me, I took each millisecond exorbitantly, and savored my version of forever with much felicity.

I am an experienced receiver of heartbreak and I have learned that everything will eventually come to an end. To expect is a choice, and I must be ready for the consequences that go with it. My version of forever has all been captured in my mind, and safely stored in the innermost chamber of my heart. So when the time comes that he can no longer be with me, I’ll content myself with visions of him that are expertly superstructed in my imagination.

Two weeks have passed since I had my five-minute forever with him. And up to now, I ask myself, did my eyes really avoid his?