once again spending it
with a hand full of flower and a rushing mind full of bursting love words and heart
melting metaphors.
I do believe in the sanctity of love,
that myth that I won’t stop believing in to my last breath. The myth that kept
sending proofs that it actually exists.
Still remember those 4 month of my
life, unfortunately it was past the 14th of February, but it felt so
every day.
I miss those long awkward but
rewarding moment of silence, the eye talking even though the lips were melting
in one another. The hair swipe and that tiny smile from the lip corner that
makes us 100% sure of being synchronized.
I messed what I miss. But I’m still
holding for you, every day the mind full of romance…and twice a year, a hand
full of roses.
Happy Saint Valentine’s day.
Happy Saint Valentine’s day.
It is a pleasure to read your writing anytime and anywhere because you write like no other ,awesome émotions,some of the best writing I have ever read :)
ReplyDeletecan't thank you enough, and feel the most welcome
Deletei love the words
ReplyDeleteI do believe in the sanctity of love, that myth that I won’t stop believe in to my last breath. The myth that kept sending proofs that it actually exists.
Honored by the Marrokia's visit :)
Deletethank you