A stranger
A rumour
Was desire
Was blushing
Was a far-fetched goal
Will never be me anyways, but I dream
Came longing
Came flowers
Came dance
Happiness showers
Then confessions
Then smiles
Then heartbeats
a thousand miles
Whispers in class
Grins
air-kisses
confessions
firework.
(The progress of going from a stranger to more than friends)
(Don't all stories begin with the strange new kid in class who happens to be the one you fall for and then you believe it'll never work out, but it does in the end?)
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PuisiWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
