The Finish Line

And here's 'Happy'..

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The smell of fresh linen filled your senses as you stretch your limbs and arms.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes using the back of your hand as you try to remember where you were. You pressed the duvet cover closer to your body, feeling the warmth and softness of the white fluffy cotton. You sank your half asleep head deeper into the pillow then stretched your arms and legs as if playing in the snow, making angels.

Everything was as you wanted it to be on a cold snowy morning.

A soft, warm queen-sized bed..

Heavy draperies hanging on the curtain rod blocking the daylight, yet allowing the sun's rays to peak inside your little euphoria.

There was no music, just birds chirping from an old sycamore tree that you guess should be right outside your window and the gentle humming of the AC.

It would have been perfect if only your mind was not so blurry from sleep. You force yourself to wake up, but your eyes drooped heavily.

Last night must have been loaded with alcohol because you seemed to have forgotten what took place.

You touched your head, but you didn't feel any sign of dizziness nor pain, there was no hangover at all.

'No, no alcohol was involved..', you thought.

You stretched again. Maybe you had too much fun last night or you were so tired, you told your sleepy self.

With eyes closed, you let your hands roam. Your hands reached what seemed to be a piece of paper.

You slowly eased yourself up, opened the piece of yellow paper and started to read.

'Have you stretched your arms and legs already?', you smiled at the familiar penmanship. 'I bet you sank your head in one of the pillows and made snow angels again, are you really awake now?'

Your smile grew wider, and then you remembered where you were and what took place yesterday.

'You must have panicked when you thought you could not remember. Maybe I should have started this letter with 'thank you for last night's booty call', and watch you storm out of the room.'

You laughed.

'I watched you sleep last night.. I watched you sleep so soundly. You looked so peaceful, like you felt safe and secure with my arms wrapped around you tight. I was watching you breathe and smile in your sleep. I watched as you pressed your cheek on my chest and leaned closer to me, and it felt so good. It felt good to have you so close to me, it felt good be able to wrap my arms around your tiny waist without having to worry about the rest of the world because now, you are mine and I am yours. Perhaps, I never told you, so I am telling you now. There aren't really any words to describe it, but being with you, here and now, I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel like this is where I should be, that I am where I should be, I am where I truly belong. I belong here! Here is my rightful place. After years and years of trying to find my place under the sun, I found my spot. And it's here, right beside the person I trust and respect and love more than myself, right beside you, Mrs. Kim Hyun Joong. Ahhh, did you know how proud I was when the minister said that, Mr. and Mrs. Kim Hyun Joong.’

‘Last night people told me, finally we've reached the finish line. It made me think.. It made me think of the battles we will have to endure, the dreams we will build, the laughter and the tears we will share, the love we will make, the happiness and the stormy nights, the ups, the downs. It made me think of the mornings I will wake up and find you beside me. So, I asked myself, yesterday, when we made it official, when we told the world we will spend the rest of our lives together, was it the finish line?’

'Here’s my reply: No, it wasn't. It was just a warm up run for the many other marathons we will run, and this time, we will run and cross every one of them together.’

‘There are no finish lines for us, only pit stops. And we will go through each one of them and enjoy every single one of them, together. Let's not promise each other that, my Buin, let's just do it. Let's just make our love grow so big, so huge, so great.’

“Mushy..”, you muttered, but you smiled, holding the piece of paper near your heart then set it aside.

You wrapped the duvet cover around your body, and started getting out of bed.. You walked towards the door and sighed at the sight of the topless man trying his best to cook you breakfast.

You came right behind him and hugged him.

“There are no finish lines in our marathon, but here I am with my special prize.”, you whispered as you pressed a soft, tender kiss on a spot on his back..

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So, it'll take some time before I could post the third one--which was an ugly dream of mine. It's really not so pleasant, and it broke my heart and bothered (and disturbed) my Easter Sunday.

Do let me know if you want it posted. I don't know how to create a poll, so just let me know through the comments box (because I am running out of creative ideas...

THANKS EVERYONE FOR READING!!AND HAPPY EASTER!!

Edit: No need for the poll. I shall post it because someone said if I don't share my dreams(or nightmares), it might come true.. Waaaaahhh!!