Even though he was there, in the room, and even though she would have loved a conversation with him, still she did not go up to him. Instead, she found some other people with whom to speak. But she said very little, and probably heard even less, so distracted was she. Every few moments herContinue reading “reasoning.”
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doomed to miss you.
The minutes pass by, people come and go. My eyes are alert, looking for signs of you. But I wait, and disappointed do I grow When I understand that today, I am doomed to keep missing you.
where you and i belong.
fragile as a leaf.
i feel like a fragile leafstill (somehow) hanging from a branch;should the direction of your loveever change directioni would not be strong enoughto continue hanging onand i would slip, and fall,and fall,andfall.
Watching you.
Thought of the day.
Amaze me – that is all you ever do …
on this day.
On this day, I would have walked up to the building with a light bounce in my step, checking my reflection in the full-length windows as I went along. I would have been smiling though trying hard not to smile too much, or else it might give others the impression that I sorely love work.Continue reading “on this day.”
what is really needed.
It does not take much to make me happy: A conversation, a smile and eye-contact are all great, but unnecessary; What is really needed, Is just the sight of you, For with that, I know you exist, and are alive.
intuition.
It was a gentle voice, perhaps a little shy, nevertheless it spoke with remarkable clarity and confidence; it was so sure of itself it was up neither for arguing neither for rationalising what it had said. It had just said, it just knew, and it had come through underneath all the thinking of your thinkingContinue reading “intuition.”
Gold nuggets.
It was strange, how predictable the future could be; yet, how it could also surprise her in so many ways. She had expected them to sit side by side on the couch, with chilled beverages in hand. In fact, it was almost like what she’d predicted: a lively discussion whilst outside, the Saturday sun wasContinue reading “Gold nuggets.”
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