Lifetime Warrantee

While walking on the way to the dorm with Bene one late afternoon, we harked back to the days, err, nights actually, when saying goodnight was the most dreadful time of the day.

I remember we would see each other after our classes, eat together somewhere I had not tried the food yet, walk around the park, and all these while talking non-stop. We would do these without feeling even a shred of drowsiness and weariness. But of course, we couldn’t sleep in the streets together so we would also need to get home and call it a night.

He would bring me to the dorm, but when we would get close to it, when we could already see the lights, we would slow down, both of us wishing that time would stop. And when we would reach the gates of the dorm, we would bargain and ask for a little longer time together. We would sit alongside the streets, gazing at the moon, and seeing patterns of the stars with our hands clamped and my head on his shoulder. We would stay like this for a couple more minutes before parting ways (for a night) and saying our goodnights. Still, unwillingly.

After two years, the scene isn’t that picture perfect anymore. No more sitting on the streets, no more contemplating on the beauty of the universe. There are still the reluctant goodnights, but nevertheless, we no longer welcome the dawn outside the hushed and silent streets.

The scene may have changed but it doesn’t mean that we’ve gotten ahead of the can’t-get-enough-of-you stage. No, definitely not. It’s just that, we have gained the assurance that every tomorrow-morning, it will still be us. Nothing will change, well, only better. We are guaranteed that we will only love each other more, every waking day.

You see, letting a moon pass isn’t that bad. Because there are still many moons for us to see. Missing on the stars isn’t bad, even. Because for the rest of the nights of our lives, we would be lying under the same stars and seeing the same patterns.