Wednesday, June 8, 2011

"Though last,not least in love"


I couldn't think of anything else, but him. His image was filling every corner of my mind. His eyes, dark light midnight, staring intensively at my face. Communicating with me, without actually talking. There was something strange about his eyes. It was like they were deep, like the way the ocean seems dark and deep at night. Calm and peaceful, but yet intense and stormy.
His stare was like he could actually see right through me. He could see past the doors of my soul, right to the core of my heart, able to discover all my feelings. He knew me so well, he could just read my thoughts. 
Then, there was his smile, unlike any other I have ever seen. Honest and brilliant, filled with warmth, always touching the corners of his eyes. 
His hair, a deeper tone of copper, always shiny, like he had just got out of the bathroom. Still, he didn’t even try to make them look that splendid.
His whole existence made him special. The way he moved was so graceful, like he wanted to interact with others, but still remain behind his own personal wall he had built around him. I was lucky to get some glimpses behind that wall when he rarely opened his heart to me. His touch, always made me shiver and feel like I just can’t get enough.
But here I was, still waiting.

*this post was written months ago but was never published. 
** I know, the post has nothing to do with the title. It was just what came to my mind first. Cheers mates

2 comments:

  1. thanks for sharing this wonderful post... =D
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  2. thanks for sharing this wonderful post... =D
    Regards,
    Mr Lonely from www.lonelyreload.com ~ XD

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