The slowest two seconds

That familiar face, too familiar to believe it to be in that place, compelled me to pull back the last step to the beginning of another milestone of waiting; which was planned to go through the same moments but in an expected manner. I located those eyes to engage them in an unavoidable eye contact to acknowledge the presence of someone equally familiar, equally close, equally inseparable and equally purposeless in that place without the other half.

I decided to fade my focus from eyes to whole face to capture the reaction of that identity of existence that was holding me in that place. And my vision struggled to chase the end above those mysterious eyes unusually saluted by hair locks indulged in puerility brightened in amateur sunlight that had managed to pass through dusty window hanging right above us; orchestrating a strange and undesirable urge to break that eye-to-eye engagement.

I forced my eyesight; to stop at those lips showcasing a confident grin induced by achievement of virtual victory, gained after a long lasted struggle. The half circles around those two points securing the best expression ever, made me realize an urge of the owner of lips to forefend laughter from that smile. The brightness of gladness on that face was defeating the luminance of eyes that had turned wide uncommonly, with eye lashes shivering to hide everything that was explicated by the innocence of them.

To give that smile more freedom and to gain my concentration back on that mute and frozen communication to explain all I had to say, and to listen all that was to be complained; I pulled myself back to those eyes. A few more glances, and felt like had everything that I wanted. Wanted to reach out and touch those curvy wrinkles guarding that smile. Felt and urge to hold that source of happiness in my hands. The surrounding was nothing but another annoying creation of God at that time.

Those few seconds communicated thousands of thoughts impossible to exchange even with remaining all four senses. And the outcome? I witnessed that fragile smile flawlessly melting into an expression of artificial anger; that forced that flag bearer to give in, to maneuver the earlier disappointment and to step into the space to feel even more stronger in possessiveness.