My Cloud 9

I was in cloud 9 that time and all I know of is bliss. It seems to be so surreal but true. You have that blush in your cheeks when upon waking up, it is no a dream. Yes, butterfly kisses are true and they are sweet. Those murmurs you have as one sends tiny tingles in your ears just in time for you to flutter your eyelids to greet the morning sun. It was all good and there is nothing that I can think of that time. The smell of the well-done eggs ready to be served and my own rush to take part in the scene of what I call - my happiness. It was happiness, I was happy, I was smiling, I was in my cloud 9. 

As I welcome those warm embraces, what more can I ask for? These are my simple pleasures that I can continue on treasuring for the rest of my life. It is in this small space that we had that I finally found my cloud 9, my love. It was in the midst of uncertainty that I proclaimed love. And, it is in this small space that I started relishing every dream that I had in the past. Again, this is now all true. I have my smiles to prove it.

But it was a gamble in fact. A gamble when I know, my cloud 9 will just be any cloud that will pour like rain over summer. I have my cloud 9 but I know it will never last. And then, I started realising, cloud 9s are never sweet. Mine is bitter - bitter with tears. The realisation of my dreams in fact cost me my cloud 9, cost me my love. And, I never knew until I realised that my cloud 9 is gone, that I lost it in my gamble just for love.