They met
He was perfect
She was his dream girl
He cared
She cared
He fell in love..
So did she
He left she thought
Anger
Sadness
Disgust
They were all things she thought about her self
Only two years later,
she found him
Sitting on her couch waiting...
He sat there waiting...
Until the fathers would announce the engagement
"I was waiting for the right moment," he sent her a message right after.
He was perfect
She was his dream girl
He cared
She cared
He fell in love..
So did she
He left she thought
Anger
Sadness
Disgust
They were all things she thought about her self
Only two years later,
she found him
Sitting on her couch waiting...
He sat there waiting...
Until the fathers would announce the engagement
"I was waiting for the right moment," he sent her a message right after.
3 comments:
wow
does it really happen, though?
Someone is on a roll here! ;D And I'm enjoying it! It's such a wonderful form of escapism, especially when I read your posts just before sleeping and the line between reality and dreams is a hazy, fogged out border.
Hmmm... this one is different. I felt it was raw. Too raw. It might be just me.
But I can relate to the feeling of writing something because you feel like it and then you just leave it like it is, in its raw state. No editing, no tweaking, no perfecting. Just beautiful with its own imperfections!
I'm so glad that you're back with your regular posts. :)
-ACoE
Raindrop: madre, I hope so
ACoE: awww! im glad ur enjoying it! shokran!
I LOVE UR COMMENTS! Lai bacher oo agolich ur comments make my day!
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