for the night to pass, with the anticipation of the next
Having all of what you need in one person does kind of seem to be a stretch. But believing that someone is as like that for you, might just be pure devotion. Mere words like, 'missing', 'yearning' have become the last way I could describe this dreading of being so close yet so far from him. Being the cadaver in this situation, who actually also blooms with love; dripping as like nectar, in peak summer that too, how much more of 'perfect moment to kiss' could it be (…sorry, I am kind of deprived). As I have already said, this summer does feel different. And one of the top most reason for it to be so, is him. To be in love with someone enough to look at the world -starry eyed- is apparently my status of love-meter as of now. I always loved the concept of loving, but somehow now the concept of love has expanded to universes beyond and it somehow even means that for me the concept of love lies within him. Surely I am a cliché type of girl in love. I love to write, ...