She stood there on top of the 7-floor building, with the wind blowing her hair from one side to the other, looking at the sun as it went down the horizon, casting an orangish shadow over the world. Her heart raced fervently as she waited for him to come and melt her world away in his arms. “Is this a dream? Will I suddenly wake up from it one day and be lost to the cruel reality of my own inhibitions?”, these were questions that ate her up from the first day she held his hand in hers. The sight of that face coming upstairs to her, washed away these thoughts for that one moment when they were together, atop that roof again. It was a usual occurrence for her. The magical bubble of being in his arms, looking into those eyes, feeling that touch upon her skin made it all go away for those little moments that they stole from the world and kept for themselves under the veil of their love.

“Will you remember my touch?”, he asked her. She laughed and asked him what he meant. “You know, if we ever drift apart because of this cruel world, will you remember my touch? Will you remember the way I held your palms in mine? The way I touched your neck and kissed your forehead? Just the feelings you had when you felt me around you? Will you remember it all?”. And then there was silence. The tears down her eyes gave him his answer and the way he held her, gave her, hers. I believe there’s no real way to tell when love truly stops in one’s heart. There they were, two souls that were convinced that they had found the missing pieces of their puzzles, the pieces we all search for, and they were convinced too, that they would eventually be lost. And yet, there they were, on top of that 7-floor building.

“I don’t want a big house or a big room, I just want 3 stairs to sit on with you”, she replied when he asked her what their dream home should be like. Today as he sat alone on those stairs, he remembered what each one had meant for their love. The first stair represented the start. The time when it all began. Nothing could stop them from being together, they thought they were invincible. With her in his arms, he could win over the world. The second stair is where she sat, engulfed in his arms from the third stair of their love. These stairs represented the effort they put in to keep their love together, through all the ups and downs, they held on and always found their way back to each other. They looked into each other’s eyes and knew that they belonged to each other. There was, however, a  fourth stair that they didn’t count. It remained empty. I guess it was there to remind them of what comes after, and that was the reason they always ignored it. Today, he sat on that fourth stair alone.

As he got out of the elevator with all those memories refreshed in his mind, he looked up to the roof once more, and there she stood again. With the golden hue of the setting Sun shining upon her face, his heart longed for her to come back again.