Sometimes I think about you. Through a view from a train, a line from a book or a song from a movie.
Fleeting, and for a mere second, my heart would melt.
How you softly kissed my cheek, I would inhale and swear that I could still smell the scent of your skin on mine. How I used to watch you sleep, with great disbelief on how incredibly lucky I was for having you in my life.
Whilst most of the time, I would get scared. Of losing such memories of you— both the good and bad. I would then simply close my eyes, and find you, right there.
Carved, into my broken soul.
Every time, I would die a thousand excruciating deaths. And each and every time — her touch would painstakingly lead me, to where I think I am supposed to be.
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This is so beautiful….great job 😉
Thank you so much 🙂
I love how all of your work just flows as if I could hear a man speaking it to me… Love,love,love your blog!!.. It might be my second happy space!!
I am elated to be able to write pieces that most can relate to, regardless of gender.
Thank you very much, I am honored to be a part of your second happy place 🙂
Nice job! Could you take a peak at my page and tell me what you think?
Sure, I’ll be checking it out. Thanks for dropping by!
No problem ^_^
Wonderful
Thank you so much 🙂
great blog. it sounds like a wonderful reminiscent moment and also a sad one too. is she not with you anymore? or she is and you are simply reminiscing? either way, it’s beautiful. thank you for visiting my blog.
Thanks for dropping by too 🙂 Some posts here are fiction, inspired by different things. Some are based on reality.
Most are byproducts of having too much coffee 😉
coffeetivity = coffee + creativity. thought it sounded better in my head lol. keep words flowing. 🙂
Haha, I fell in love with your word in an instant 🙂
Thanks again!
How I wish I could write so beautifully. Mesmerizing.
Thank you, thank you for such kind words.