It was like a clink or tick of two wine glasses containing an expensive wine.
Matilda and I hit it off that night, she got me charmed and bewitched by her red lips, hazel eyes and voice that could fly you to the moon just by hearing it.
She was by far the perfect woman that I ever went out with, you just know by her laughter and smile that this is the woman I want to end up with.
Matilda she was like the wind at night, she was strong, calming, and she can decide what she wants. You don't meet a woman like her every day and be like I want her.
It's about the two of us trying every day and doing our best to understand one another, some days I'll support her when she's feeling insecure about her body or her dress seems to have tighten on her waist. She catches me on my dark days too, when I start doubting on myself and my career; how a son of a typewriter manufacturer is just planning to become one of the greatest singer.
Trashy I know, so trust me son I know how it felt like to be one of them wannabe singers.
Some people would say take the fucking job at the factory and start a family that you can support, Matilda understands me and my passion.
If this relationship was so perfect,
how did we end up apart?
It was the small cracks in our relationship and my blindside that I wish I didn't have.
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The Mic and The Act (A Short Story)
RomantikEach and every individual has their own passion and dreams. Sonny is an aspiring singer, Matilda is an aspiring actress. Will their love prevail or will they choose their dreams. Set over the 1950's will the two lover find what they truly want o...
