I’ve always found your house oddly appealing. I suppose because it is well-kept, and no weeds seem to be growing in the front garden. Your house just looks nice, in the same way that houses can look sad, lonely, rude or proud. I like the quietness of your house, and how it stands contentedly onContinue reading “If I knocked.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you,” you say as I hand you a gift. I smile, blush and look down. I wonder if you realise that the only reason I am thoughtful is because my thoughts are full of you …
This gesture of affection (your arm around my shoulder) is just a physical representation of how you have always made me feel: safe, loved, supported.
Any day graced by your presence is a day worth living.
There are times when I think about you, and feel, somewhere in the recesses of my being, a sadness. It is subtle and barely noticeable at first, but if I think about you for long enough, my heart starts to clench, and I suddenly want to cry, without knowing why, or where this pain comesContinue reading “a sadness.”
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.
the sight of you is a delight and a balm, instantly soothing the aches that dig themselves inside after too long an absence; and out of which seeps out an unbearable longing, a seeking to be near you once more.
the thought of you is never very far away.
What I feel for you is passionate platonic love …
Today is graduation day. I put on a dark green dress, and I’ve let my hair out. I would have put make-up on too, but I ran out of time. The room is crowded with teachers, students and their parents. Everyone is talking, but I don’t mind the noise so much, as everyone seems toContinue reading “graduation day.”