Rising into Love by Ksenia Tsal-Tsalko

It looks like the scene from the movie.

They passed each other, having touched by small fingers just for one pervasive moment. In the middle of a crowd, haven’t noticed by no one, loved by someone… loved by each other once.  

         It looks like the scene from the movie. After two or three steps she turned around, whipping up by some mysterious soul impulse, such an uncontrolled wild desire, which rolls over you from the top of your head to the bottom till your toes. She was unsure whether it as her own wish to see him again, or she was just curious if he had turned around too. Huh, so predictable… of course he was standing right behind, looking back, and searching for her sight. 

It seemed like the crowd was invisible to them. 

         It looks like the scene from the movie. The Earth stopped, the world became frozen, they were alone in their own Universe… their own paradise. There weren't any people, neither city’s hustle nor bustle, there weren’t any troubles and fights for the place under the Sun, because stars were needed for them, they have already been stars for each other. He was the hot one, and she is the cold, or vice versa… actually, it doesn’t matter. 

         It looks like the scene from the movie. Their eyes met and all those few meters between them filled up with passion, hearts flushed, and they remembered times when they had been together, shoulder to shoulder, body to body, soul to soul. They felt fervour from bodies again, remembered tender touches of hands on the chest, intimate kisses on the neck and fingers, intertwined in their bed… Their atoms have recognized each other. They fell in love… one more time.  

         But it wasn’t a movie. She didn’t throw herself in his arms, he didn’t embrace her and put his fingers in her hair. Their lips didn’t melt in an ardent kiss and hands didn’t rest one in the other. It was a cruel reality, the moment passed – his light false smile – and he had gone. After a  second there wasn’t a girl neither. Just a crowd.  

         It. Wasn’t. A Movie. Their life paths have drifted away. Another man is already waiting for Her at home. Another woman is going to meet Him soon. He won’t ever call her “my little 

girl” and they won’t have any children together – the boy and the girl as she always dreamed about. Their Universe is not on this planet, and it was their own decision to break the paradise down. They have drifted away and forced atoms to forget everything… to forget each other again.  

         It calls “life” and it hurts sometimes. Falling in love… why don’t we say “rising” into love?