“One day, I was a student here, just like you!” I say enthusiastically, balancing the harp in between my knees, feeling the curious eyes of the students on me and my instrument. I am glad to be here, though I think that is the case only because you are. I would not be this happyContinue reading “O Mio Babbino Caro.”
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Make-up (a reason).
She had never been much into make-up and giving much importance to one’s own appearance. For a start, wearing make-up used to make her skin feel trapped and her eyelids heavy. She had never found much pleasure in putting make-up on and she did not even perceive any advantages to it. It cost money, itContinue reading “Make-up (a reason).”
An old new friend.
This afternoon was an experience that exceeded my imagination and my expectations. My heart is full, satisfied, joyful and at peace – just the way one feels after eating a truly nourishing meal. I have trouble believing it happened, trouble believing that you and I actually did meet this day, and spent time conversing andContinue reading “An old new friend.”
She.
There was an air about her, if one looked at her long enough. Physically, she was quite a beautiful person, and pleasant to look at. She was rather tall and skinny, with long limbs. Her dark blond hair fell just below her shoulders, and it would smoothly frame her triangular face when she did notContinue reading “She.”
Friends.
I should like to meet with you one day, just you and me, and a little privacy. I can see us, sitting opposite one another, at a table tucked away in the back corner of a cafe. You would be kind with me as you always are, and ask me questions about work and aboutContinue reading “Friends.”
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.”
the future kiss.
My mind wanders to the memory of the sight of your lips – I must have looked at them a lot the other night. They were a light shade of pink, and almost matched the colour of your shirt. They seemed firm and gentle at the same time, and they were so lovely because youContinue reading “the future kiss.”
Perfect.
It was perfect, for I would live it all again, exactly the same way. The same conversations at the same time; the same distance and then the same closeness of our bodies as I hesitantly sat closer to you, and you let me be there near you. I would not change the manner in whichContinue reading “Perfect.”
Living.
It is quiet between us, and the parking lot is empty, save for a car in a corner (yours). I relax in my seat, sliding my hands under my thighs to keep them warm. I have said all that I wanted to say to you, I think. It is getting late and I should probablyContinue reading “Living.”
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