(Previously known as Park Benches) They both sat beside each other in silence, the cool autumn wind blowing through the night. The boy turned slightly to look at the girl, letting out a puff of air and sighing deeply, trying to get her attention. She didn't notice, but he continued to gaze at her. "Have you ever noticed that even though we're just friends, we look at each other like we're about to kiss?" He asked, laughing quietly as he shook his head. "But, 'just friends' don't look at each other like that," she frowned, but began to laugh along with him. "Is that a bad thing?" He questioned once his laughter died down, cocking his head to the side in slight confusion. She shrugged. "Does it matter? We're only friends, me loving you probably wouldn't make a difference." The words stung her, but it didn't matter. She'd already fallen for him but it was whatever. He didn't like her back. And it was all because of the stars and that stupid, stupid park bench. © Fondre ™ 2017

book one: t r o u v a i l l e french (n.) something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall book two: z e m b l a n i t y english (n.) the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know book three: q u e r e n c i a spanish (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where one is their most authentic self. book four: s a u d a d e portuguese (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant. --completed peak: #6 in poc #42 in short story

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

all we were are teenagers; blind, and in love.

❝ She is a mystery, so he seeks answers. ❞ © nate k. 2014

❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014

and so, without the slightest hint of doubt, he dove head first in those grand galactic eyes. © all rights reserved 2016 | kimi

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

About two people. She who is lost. He who is broken. Who cross paths Break boundaries. And find their way. Together. Let's step in to their world.

It felt like butterflies and the feeling you get before you open a present, It felt like going on one of those roller coasters the moment right before the big drop. What Falling in love felt like. His eyes held mine and something burst inside of me, Something that made me feel like all my emotions were going to upheave from my mouth, Or blow me up so much that I might Explode. What falling in love felt like. "I love you....please treat my heart kindly." What falling in love is.