On the threshold I leaned, looking into her two wet eyes. My hands trembling, my head dizzy, my quiver lips let me utter no words. I kept looking at her sitting on the corner of this small chamber with raised-head. We had enough reason to be together; yet we had enough reason to fall apart too, differences.
I had so many things to say, but all my words were just stuck in my throat, allowing me not to say anything, but silence. In all the awkwardness and conflict between us, suddenly my thoughts were just flying to the very first time when I buried my heart into hers. I almost could not recall how I love her; it was just like a moment between two heartbeats, I saw her completely different from what I used to see her for years, just like a black hole that suck my dimly lighted heart into. I could not resist, but meekly allowing myself to go deep inside the blackness that possibly killed me.
An old man was once told me that we never really lived in the present; everything we saw is only the fraction of the milliseconds or maybe million years passed. When I stared at a light in the sky, it was the ancient constellation that perhaps is now dead. The same goes to love; when I saw love in your eyes, it may be the fraction of the past.
I looked into her wet eyes; the tears slowly went down her cheeks like the stream in the spring day, released all the remaining frozen particles from the former winter. She is free.