There is something so special and so meaningful about being in your presence. I cannot help but think our paths were meant to cross. You are a kindred spirit: somewhere very far we are very close. I am sure I know the inner workings of your mind, and you hold no mystery to me. IContinue reading “recognition.”
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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.”
a declaration.
“I’m glad you agreed to come here –” she started while taking particularly slow steps towards him to keep the coffee from spilling out of the cup she was holding in both hands, “– I have longed for privacy …” He took the cup from her hands, being careful not to notice their shaking. HeContinue reading “a declaration.”
this short hour.
You arrive, quite on time. Your shirt catches my attention: it is a light green colour, gentle on the eyes, and appears soft to the touch. For a moment, I consider complimenting you, for I really do think your shirt looks nice on you, and suits you; but the words in my heart fail toContinue reading “this short hour.”
If I knocked.
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.”
thoughtful.
“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 …
Any day.
Any day graced by your presence is a day worth living.
a sadness.
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.”
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.
one day.
maybe one day you will need me, and be glad that I am alive.
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