I wonder what it would be like to read you as a book at times.
The feeling to trace your soulful alphabets with delicate fingers, and a heavy heart,
devouring myself into each phase,
and even inhale you at times,
when no one is around.
Amazing, would be the moments, when I'd fall asleep at nights like this, with my head resting on top of your pages and my glasses unconsciously tossed on the floor,
and then, at least, you won't disappear the next day.
Just the way you do now, as soon as I reveal my eyes in the morning.
It would be something more than a dream,
and less than a nightmare.
It would be us.
We would be it.
//Of the sun and the moon, who are incredibly blessed to be together, and yet, cursed for never meeting each other at once//
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The Untold Stories.
Conto// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
