THE PLEASURE OF READING

I cannot remember when I started to enjoy reading. To read for the sheer pleasure of living in that well woven story and beyond. I cannot...

07 August 2014

SILLY PASSION


A few stolen kisses is all we had.

In the late evenings... at the onset of  night. Like spoilt teenagers seeking a new intrigue, we sneaked behind bushes and around lonely corners like petty thieves.
We'd pretend to have small talk like mature people. Both too shy to make the first move. Each too cautious for a tongue slip. Afraid to betray secret feelings.

How did we meet? 
Like some mindless idlers. 

It was fun. Silly things are usually fun.

I blush every time it crosses my mind.
Recently, I think of you a lot. I often miss those days when I had little in mind... scatter brains. I did not think, I just felt and did. I try to recall a single conversation we might have had, anything we might have said... mmh, Nothing!
I only have memories of what you made me feel.