i am not expecting eternity… nor forever… not even that till death do us part.
as for now i will try not to ask for more… i shall not succeed.
savoring the longing hugs and kisses. bearing the temporary goodbyes. endless i miss you and the virtual xoxo. and believe that distance is my or our only enemy.
i am not ready for a last kiss… i don’t think i ever will be.
i was being cynical when i said in the future you will break my heart…. what the heck! let us screw that future together… yes, i mean together.
and so i cheated myself into believing i have once found love and lost it forever… until now.
i realized i had vague memory of what being in love felt like, after all it was nineteen-forgoten since i and that state of being was one.
there were forewarnings. but i was too silly and came unprepared to be swept off my feet. the entirety of me smiled, giggled, felt bliss and took comfort in your big strong yet kid like embrace. i let down my guard… so here i am now.
my long standing reconciliation with the thought that walking life solo was my kind of story became a blur.
that familiar feeling took place but came with it is its evil twin. as i hope for this feeling to continue to consume me, pain is also nesting like a culprit tiptoeing in darkness.
as my heart dance in limbo… and you became my potential lover… you too are my future heartache.
i am no siren, nor i effortlessly beguile any man of my liking. yet i had my share as a receiver of such playful overture and with that in note, hence this writing..
a singled out handshake.
transfixed gaze. with half smiling lips.
the unmistakable toying fondness on your tone.
tickled even my grumpy bones.
i acted rather coyly.
then again. am just a girl. these kind are just my guilty pleasures.
for a moment there i thought i had perfect long curly hair and bod of 35-25-35.