sometimes the little things are the most powerful. Not easy to be honest, standing bear with emotions, vaulted for so many years. Need to escape and share with you, remembering little things, the white dress waving in the ocean breeze, shy blue eyes telling me ‘I feel the same’…
shivering crazy at the first touch, trying to breathe calmly, heart exploding, your lips touching mine, melting away as my heart froze….
always patiently waiting for your goodbye, hoping you would stay an extra second…
endlessly wondering, ending a short story, but it add up to an unwritten love story as the dry ink in my pen reflects the lost tears on the empty pages…