Oh my God, Ivy is…
I have to tell you… Gosh, I walked through the doors of the Kings Hotel and waited for a while. I asked the dude at the counter if it was the foyer, he looked at me like I had a bomb. I was nervous, my heart was beating a tattoo into my chest, I had no idea what to expect, what I would say, what it would be like…
And then there she was. Ivy. Ivy Wong Ai Hui of Woodlands Singapore. She ran to me and knocked me back as I clutched her dearly to my heart. We squeezed one another tightly, whispering words into each other’s ears. I didn’t cry, I wasn’t confrotned by tears, just happiness. I knew nothing more than Ivy Wong was in my arms. I feel lonely now without her, but God, oh Lord, I’m looking forward to our next meeting so much. It was the most breathtaking day of my life.
She didn’t let me kiss her at first, she wanted it to be natural. And so I refrained, and kissed her cheek, her hair, whatever part of her I could. She took me by the hands with a sheepish smile and led me to the couch. There she sat down, I followed, and she lay her head gently over my heart. She could feel it beating, and I slowed it as I held her gently. Stroking her hair, rubbing her arm, just whispering to her. It was a dream, but it didn’t matter. Enjoying it was all that mattered.
We eventually went up to her room, she showered me with seuveniers (sp?) and we just hugged each other. Holding hands when we couldn’t hug, we raced down the stairs to beat the elevator. We took the train, holding one another preciously the whole time, she put perfume on my chest and on hers. She smelt so lovely. I remember she smelt like shampoo! Lol then she got the perfume, "Paris Hilton" perfume. Pssht, I don’t like her, but it smelt so beautiful on her. I can remember curling my fingers in her hair and kissing her forehead, cheeks, everything, just kissing her softly.
I fed her, spooning ice cream and mushrooms into her mouth. I held her, I felt her in my arms, Lord, I love her. I love her so much, beyond words.
Oh God, she’s real… She’s real… I don’t need to pretend or imagine anymore, I’ve felt her in my arms. I’ve felt her breath in my ear, the warmth of her touch, her soft lips against mine, everything I’ve dreamed of.
The following morning…
Was she really here? Did she come last night? Yes, I think so… I kissed her. *breaks into a slow smile* Yes… Yes, I kissed her. I felt her soft, wet lips against mine. My heart was, and is beating harder at the memory. She was here… *closes his eyes, whispering* I held Ivy in my arms last night, I cradled her in bed and kissed her and stroked her hair… Yes… *smiles* She was here.
You know. I couldn’t sleep last night. Not more than a few hours. All the while I was awake, I was thinking of Ivy, and all the while I was asleep, I was dreaming of her. She’s real, isn’t she? Yes, dear blog, she is. I know she is. I rolled around for a while this morning laughing to myself, and how I thanked God for this blessing. I… I just… I love her so much. And at last, I’ve kept my promise and told her that myself.
I’ll hopefully see her again tonight at the piano concert, and I’ll spend as much of my weekend with her as I can. My heart still flutters at the thought that she’s real, and mine, and that I’ve kissed her. Ooo kiss! Kissie kissie~! Lol okay I’m going to go before I start flying around the room and giving random people hugs, so take care then. God Ivy’s beautiful. <3