we are sitting at the cafe, his nose in and out of the paper.i
fingers play over the keyboard of my laptop half parousing the internet.
he: what are you thinking about?
me: nothing and you
he: nothing
me;(thinking to myself) i was thinking how the sunlight hits his eyebrow and his blue eyes shine, how the last fifteen years i have watched him grow into this handsome man. how is grey is camouflaged with his blond and it's beautiful and how the lines of his face has traced his kindness, is story how i love him now more than ever..
he: (interrupts my thoughts) well i was thinking about that girl over there how she reminds me of you when we met
and now i feel a string from my heart break as if it was a violin .
6 comments:
and knowing him, he will not trade the now YOU for the then YOU for all the world.
I wonder if your thoughts as words, spoken first, would have changed his words.
Tell him!
I enjoy your blog very much.
Mais non. The Nadia he loves is the Nadia of today.
How Beautiful your words are.
'just had to say....
I LOVE your bittersweet writings.
So special, so fragile and true.
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