The days of summer is at hand yet my heart was unaware of her. The summer was boring as the day thoughts of my adventures.
Loving someone was a roller coaster I was yet to experience. Does it really exist?
Biting my time here I thought love was an illusion played by mind. The committed assurance I give my heart of being steered from emotional pitfalls were ample.
Slowly but surely I was drawn to her, the achilles heels being the attachment grew larger thus creating an unforeseen ride.
Meeting a girl was not a bucket I wanted to stop with me. Once getting exposed to her, new and exciting sides of mine flourished.
Was my feeling a false hope or a beacon of light to the darkness of my desires?
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A Taste
RomanceA taste is a trip to the sadness and sorrow lane where I pour myself in these short writings. My thoughts are outlined here unpredictably like the UK's weather ☺
