Seperla Melos Dislemia

Dedicated to the one who saw my heart,
took it and ran away with it.

　

Seperla melos dislemia.
Remember this?
Our own way of saying 'I Love You'.
A cross between your language and mine.

We met in the craziest way possible.
You had been running in one direction,
I from the other.
Collided in the dingy underground, Circular Quay.
Love at first sight.
March 12th, 2006
The eye contact was so strong it was suffocating,
the smirk playing on your lips was a sight to take to the grave.
You picked me up,
grinning as you saw the light blush on my cheeks.
"You okay?", you said, your voice as melodic as can be.
My two favourite words in the English volcabulary.
Your hands had gently wrapped around my waist,
and with your head very close to mine,
I could smell your minty chewing-gum.
You smelled like a strong, husky cologne,
one unrecognisable, your own beautiful smell.
I remember nodding, looking at your neck instead of your eyes,
distracted by the hands that had snacked around my waist.
It felt right.
It felt beautiful.

"You sure?
You look...".
I had the courage to say one word.
"Yes".
"Yes?".
"Yes".
You laughed, and the sound became my favourite sound.
It was gentle, angelic, heavenly.
I think I closed my eyes and smiled.
I remember your rough, curly gold-brown hair,
scruffy but you rocked it perfectly.
Your green eyes were mezmorising,
like my birthstone, emerald.
It was like looking into a sea of crystal clear green.

You cleared your throat.
I blushed even more.
You smirked again,
and I felt my heart crack a tad when you took your arms away.
The best moment became my most regretful.
The train was closing.
I was running late, the worst curfew time.
You understood that I had to fly.
With that, you gently place your fingers onto my chin.
You winked, and I felt my heart break into pieces.
"Seperla melos dislemia".
With that, you walked away.
It felt like hours, but seconds later,
I forced my legs to move.

My brain wasn't functioning properly in the train.
I couldn't believe a beautiful, muscular guy like yourself,
gave my heart a flutter,
just for saying gibberish.
I couldn't sleep that night.
I tossed and turned, woke up and slept again.
The days went past, turned into weeks,
and then months.
After a few months had past,
you were just a memory.
A little piece of my existence.
We met again, under unusual circumstances.
We met through a mutual friend.
And when we met,
it was like the world finally felt perfect.
The first thing you said when we met again.
sticks with me to this day, and will to forever,
"Hello again, the most beautiful girl in the world. Small world, huh?".

After one month, you asked me out.
Our first kiss was the best thing hat happened in my life.
My first kiss that will be the best kiss forever.
We fell into the fountain after running around in the city.
Soaking wet, you pulled me flushed against your sculptured body,
a beautiful smile on your feautures, eyes full of love and happiness,
and gave me heaven.
Your lips were so soft, like kissing feathers.
Your breath had a strong smell of green licorice and mint.
It was beautiful.
Our three years was perfect.
You were a gift from God.
You showed me what love was like, and what it felt to be happy.
If I could, I'd run back to you again.
I'd ignore the problems people had with us,
and I'd run away with you to eternity.
Then, I could feel your arms wrap around me,
your kisses that would make a path from my forehead,
lingering on my nose, planting tiny ones on my neck.
I'd wake up again beside you, our body entwined,
our hearts pressed together, lips included,
and I'd tell you how much you mean to me.
And the answer is alot.
When we snuggle together on the bed,
I'd draw a love heart on your heart again,
and write the words 'Seperla melos dislemia',
then write over it, a million times more.
That way, we'd be drilled together, forever.