I launched a new story, a novelette. It is just really bothering me for weeks now. It aches to come out and be heard. If you wonder why, maybe because it came from a personal experience.
I experienced this certain scenario some weeks ago. It was my first time that I traveled alone, and I even had a chance to know what ‘nightlife’ felt like. It was magical. The feeling I had while I walked through the sidewalk, inhaled the cold breeze of the night, the look from the traffic lights and stars. . . It doesn’t feel real. It was magical for me.
For it is my first time that I had experienced something so real.
And it haunts me.
I wanted to experience it again. I wanted the feeling to pump in my blood and veins.
I dream of it, over and over again.
And maybe, I wanted someone to be there for me savoring that moment.
I don’t know if I am really that hopeless romantic, or if this is the feeling of knowing what kind of love I wanted to acquire.
But lo and behold, may you enjoy, Meet Me In The Middle.
Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/310964646-meet-me-in-the-middle