Month: August 2017

Sweet Lyrics.

Of the thousands of faces that cross my vision everyday, yours seems to be etched. Always the most prominent image at the peripheries of my mind, and oftentimes, the very front. You left an imprint of your picture on my life, an imprint so permanent, no other man has been able to replace it.

I have loved you. Loved you so, that your footprint on my heart, although painful, is a footprint I would never wipe-off. I would never be able to do so.

The shadows of your existence have haunted me every minute since you left – your emails and the more traditional letters are my treasures, and I haven’t been able to delete the messages you and I once exchanged when we thought we were young lovers — lovers so engrossed in each other we forgot about everything real — we forgot our priorities in the worst possible way.

I had committed to you and my commitments are always the most significant paths to follow, but you knew what you wanted then and you did what was only for the best.

However you left a music ringing in my ears — a music with sweet lyrics of your pure love, for you loved me, you did, you just loved yourself a little bit more.

Young and Reckless

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On the prompt- “Three things he could never tell her…”

There were always so many stories he wanted to tell her, so much he wanted to confide in her. He wanted to sit her down and speak to her for hours and hours on end, but it was never the right time, or occasion.
Sometimes, he wanted to sit with her by the sea and stare at the horizon, saying nothing. On other times, he wanted to take her to his favourite restaurant, sit across her and tell her all of that he was unable to utter.

He particularly wanted her to know 3 things, 3 things that knocked at his mind every morning and did not let him sleep each night.

1. He first fell in love with the idea of her.

He wanted to admit to her that the idea of her was one that…

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