February 2012
2 posts
[In Denial]
When it comes to you. I don’t know how I can exactly describe this. It’s just that I like how strange you are, you’re weird in a good way. I like the facts that we share our same oddities. I like that sometimes I can’t tell what’s on your mind, but you could read me like a book. I like how we seem can communicate through telepathy, just by seeing our expression. I...
September 2011
3 posts
Our life routine.
The first thing I saw every time I woke up in the morning was the white ceiling.
The second thing was your back, sleeping right next to me.
I would stare at it for fifteen minutes before I got out of the bed. Then I would prepare your working outfits, made a nice cup of coffee and some pancakes or toasts for your breakfast.
You would give me a light morning kiss after you dressed up. Then...
Our life routine.
Every time I woke up in the morning, the first thing I saw was the white ceiling.
And the second thing I saw was your back, sleeping right next to me.
I could stare at it for fifteen minutes before I finally got up of the bed. I would prepare your working outfits and then made a nice cup of coffee and some pancakes for your breakfast.
You would give a morning kiss after you dressed up. Then...
The spell.
I knew from the beginning that she already belonged to someone else, but please tell me how not to fall in love with her, it was rather impossible for me.
She was a spell that was put on me. I couldn’t escape from everything about her. The thoughts of her were always haunting me. When I looked through her brown eyes, I found my peace. She was my muse, my inspiration. She was magnificent....
First love (never) dies.
When people asked me who my first love was, trust me, I didn’t know what to answer them. As the definition of the first love itself is unknown to me.
I wasn’t sure about my first love, but every time I thought about it, my mind was going in a flashback to my childhood.
I spent most of my every summer holiday until I’m 13 in my Grandma’s house in the countryside. It was...
July 2011
3 posts
You..
“So tell me,” I said, whispering in his ears. “If you have to describe me as something—anything, what would I be?”
He laughed but then he looked into my eyes with his deep brown eyes.
“You go first,” he said, teasing me.
“Hey, I’m the one who ask you in the first place!”
He looked at me seriously without saying anything, and that...
June 2011
3 posts
Questions.
A calm afternoon on a highland in my window scenery. Another sip of my hot tea.
“Hi! Sorry, I’m a bit late! My, it’s been really a long time, hasn’t it?” she said, coming to sit in front of me. Looking good as always, but with different style. She cut her hair really short and that made her even more fabulous.
I smiled. “Yeah, it’s been like 3 years...
Those strange dreams.
Have you ever dreamt of someone you didn’t know?
You can call me strange. But, strange things do happen. As for me, it happened most of the time.
We did not know each other personally. I knew you, but you didn’t know me. And the first time I met you was in my dream.
We met in some event that our friends arranged. They introduced us to each other. “Hello!” was the first...
The Sunset.
On a sunny morning, she came knocking on my door.
What a pleasant surprise. Her smile was brighter than that morning’s sun.
She wasn’t supposed to be here, but there she was standing in front of me. It was more than real.
She knew that I was surprised. She said, “Let today be today, forget everything and just enjoy..today.”
“Take a shower and I’ll make...
February 2011
1 post
January 2011
3 posts
December 2010
7 posts
November 2010
5 posts
About her.
It was our second anniversary, but I always made her disappointed.
The last thing I know that she went to bed earlier, without saying anything. I was sorry and about to make my apology. But I guess I could just do it the morning she would wake up.
The first thing I found out that morning was that I couldn’t find her anywhere at home. No notes, no traces, not even her alluring scents. No...
October 2010
13 posts
September 2010
8 posts
“Dreams are always a source of inspiration. But not necessarily in a direct...”
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