Someone died sometime ago; somebody was born somewhere; something was written somehow

CHAPTER 1

I don't know where to start.

I guess this is a new addition to my unending list of I don't knows - I don't know where it started, I don't know how it came to be, I don't know but why, o good lord why. But let me just give it a try.

How to begin. Let me see here. A general picture?

Oh she is gorgeous. The you-can-bet-your-life-on-that type of gorgeous. And not just your ordinary gorgeous. You don't tire of seeing her each and every single day. Each. And. Every. You know the hot-bath feeling? Let me explain it to you.

You know that feeling when you soak into a tub full of steamy warm water, limb-by-limb, piece-by-piece, feeling every centigrade just to know the right time when to envelop your whole body with the heat's embrace. And the right time finally comes, so you let yourself fall, whole-body, into that abyss of unceasing warmth. Fragrant, foggy steam rises still and you close your eyes just to feel the passionate heat more intensely. And for so much time, you're there. With eyes still closed, you've been there for god knows how long. You know that when you let yourself indulge too much you'll pass out from the heat, you'll wrinkle your skin with the water. But you don't tire of the heat. You don't tire of the water. You keep your eyes closed.

That. Exactly. You'd even long to see her on days you won't.

And her eyes. Jet-black, rounded to perfection, gleaming, as she moves them around in her curiosity of things. They're goddamn dazzling. You know how stars wink at you in the night sky as you lie on your back on the mountaintop you just conquered? If you stare into her eyes, you see the universe unfold right in front of you! Stars, galaxies, and gravity never made this much sense until now.

When she smiles, a small line burrows deep on the side of her eyes. I never really gave much thought about them until I realized that's how her eyes smile. It's immensely cute come to think of it. She has all these kinds of smiles. That and there's this other cute one that I see when she really doesn't know how to react to the preposterous things I say. There's also this whatever-I'm-a-freaking-goddess smile. You don't go into the area-of-effect of that smile. You'd be dead at her command. I don't know exactly when such miracle graces us, but I have a feeling that this is her special smile so that moments are forever etched into memory. She'd win Ms. Photogenic of Ms. Universe with that smile. Of course, she'll win the whole pageant as well.

And her hair. Don't let me get started on her hair. Whoever thought up of mixing the two most contrasting shades, two most end-of-spectrum states of existence, two most ironic symbols of age onto that gorgeousity - black and white. White threads of silk flow gracefully through that glistening night river. Who would've thought that drowning could be such sweet pleasure? The night river elegantly flows downward along her back and changes patterns as she moves about. And when she ties it up, god show mercy. How can such simple thing be that deadly? The beauty in her eyes, of her smile, of her everything all go up a notch.

And these serve to complement all that is her personality - alluring, invigorating, ravishing, an adventure.

And I can go on and on, but anymore might take my sanity away from me. Have I told you that she has that kind of effect?

No need for an answer. I'm abstaining as well. This chapter will not end with an answer.