Secret Circle

That moment when...

Everybody was leaving, and I was tucking my DSLR to my bag. I looked back, watching them go.

But you glanced at me too, and you walked back to where I was.

Where I was waiting for the food to arrive. You stayed with me.

Usually I would let you do the talking. And well, we have talked much earlier. But I ignored my guts and asked you, again, "How are you?"

From that point the conversation rolled on, and I wished they packed the food slowly so we could linger.

And they did. I could only imagine our friends watching us from outside, knowing that there is a circle that belongs only to you and me. Nobody else was allowed in there.

It was our private place, our sanctuary. A spot where we can be alone and ourselves. Where we can lay down our guards and show our wounds. And cry, complain, confess.

The waitress arrived bringing me the bag of goodie, and we sauntered slowly outside.

The circle dissolved as our friends gathered around us. But as we said goodbye, the magnet of our bodies we tried to resist, still was obvious by the way we could not leave without staring at each other. Knowing that saying goodbye to each other is all the fuss of goodbyes are for.

I only wished I hugged you, and expressed that sweltering desire

to stay with you and in that circle forever.