Walking down the aisle of conflict between my mind making sane statements, my soul deciding on my well-being and my heart screaming to be heard. I choose to live in denial. To ignore everything and just keep a blind sight. Strolling past our "special place" I almost sit on my chair knowing that when I look up I would want to see you looking back at me.
I brought myself to walk faster past our "special place". Dwelling and drowning in your studies our eyes met when I walked into the library. Almost as if waiting for me, trapping me knowing that a perfectly well planned ambush would secure me.
For a moment I overflow with the fulfilment of your presence and over joyed with seeing your perfect face.
I divert my eyes and immediately release a breathe that I didn't know I was holding. With my body shaking and my heart pounding in my ears like a warning drum. The sight of you approaching me with a derived mission and seemingly relief at my presence. I allow myself to slip away into the crowd. With your constant involvement and love. My heart will constantly seek yours.
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Короткий рассказThis story was written for the future. In hopes and knowledge that a love story would begin this way. Between two contrasting traits but seemingly one soul. The writer embarks on a journey of different occasions feeling a certain way.
