conversation at work. {her}

Sitting on the couch in the staff room, I indulge in daydreams of him, as I always do. I imagine him walking in the room right this moment, and how we would say hello, and be polite and civil towards one another, carefully treading that fine line that separates distance from intimacy and acquaintance fromContinue reading “conversation at work. {her}”

conversation at work. {him}

As I stride past the room, our eyes meet, as if she had been expecting me all along. It takes me a moment to realise it really is her, but it is Wednesday after all, and she is always here on Wednesdays. I retrace my steps and make my way to the door. She looksContinue reading “conversation at work. {him}”

his character {a description}

How can somebody like you exist? Someone whose goodness radiates to such an extent that even being in your shadow feels warm. You have no attachments to how people ought to be; therefore your perception and judgment of them is always accurate and fair. No mean word ever comes out of your mouth; and onContinue reading “his character {a description}”

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