(Fiction #2)

You are a new- age concept: I knew that from the get go, when your flounce triumphed over the hearts of everyone you encountered and your smile (I always thought blinding smiles were a myth but) stunned my mouth into silence. I could not believe you were real until I remembered you were covered in endless skin that had a million tiny nerves just beneath the surface and you could feel pain just like the rest of us. Though you didn't seem like a "rest-of-us" person, for you seemed to connote more than that - you walked like you could fix problems; like you had a magic hand that could govern things people claimed were out of their control. Perhaps my initial attraction to you was selfish - I was a mercenary, bowled over by the fact that you could patch me up, reconstruct all the pieces I had constantly strewn all over the floor, the carpet, my clothes. 

Yet you were a game changer. I, filled with skepticism and second guesses flourished into someone who could love wholesomely, genuinely. Both of us hated cliches, but our love could be packaged into novels and sold in bookstores because you changed me - like how all great lovers transform their partners. You threw coins into wishing wells and wished for world peace; I followed suit and wished for you to stay. 

You make up for every mosquito bite on my legs and every bruise on my heart. The air I breathe is laced with you. I love you - maybe not forever, but I love you now. I love you present tense. 

(I suddenly realise I write about all these things with such conviction like I've felt them with my own heart and skin. How can I write about things I have never experienced; will never experience? I must have very good imagination)