All credit to Ghostwriter As I thumbed page after page looking through her photo album, lacking a photograph, or two of me, Burned them, she did tore them out of their corners removing any mention any memory of my existence, Gone was I, the times, we spent together both good and bad the view…… Continue reading Her Photo Album…
understands, nor needs to… Let me, tear up and weep with no reason. The answer only mine to understand.
Lying in bed, she held the phone close to her ear, trying to carve in her mind each and every word he spoke, knowing they’d most probably be the last he would grant her. She was not quite past the shock of coming back to an empty house yet, but she now managed to…… Continue reading Don’t you wish…
True love, you give without being asked to. And you wait for without being able to demand… One of those precious things that are as pleasant to give, as it is to receive….
My broken body like a dead leaf blown around and about, away far away from the warmth of his ever soothing words… Living on the hope, hoping to crawl my way back to the greenhouse where we used to garden our dreams together… Please leave the door ajar…
Words, words… I think we’ll all agree words have their importance, otherwise, what would be the interest in having a blog, right? It seems we’ve never had so many ways to communicate. Humans have developed all kinds of ways to get in touch, exchange ideas, share views of the world… We connect with people…… Continue reading Saying I love you…
The bookstore was very quiet when she came through the door. Too quiet, she thought, and she suddenly regretted coming. Not that she had double thoughts about seeing him again, but the situation was far from what she had imagined first… She knew he worked, she had seen him coming out for a cigarette…… Continue reading The bookstore…
Oh, that feeling… You know it, right? The butterflies in the stomach feeling most of us long for. *sigh* That’s priceless. I like the image of common sense leaving you when you are in the presence of that special someone. I can’t say I have the most effective common sense to begin with, but…… Continue reading That tingly feeling…
She looked at the barman, as he brought the bottle to her and poured her a glass. – Excellent choice Madam, if I may say. “Oh, you may”, she thought, but she just slightly nodded. She watched the dark red liquid filling the elegant glass, and picked it up the counter. She was giving…… Continue reading Pinot Noir…
The best love story is a book half written. Pages filled with a chance encounter, a chassé-croisé of mutual seduction, promised kisses, longed for caresses, and a handful of doubts and worries to get writer’s block. Love song lyrics, new perfume smell on the pillow, tears, laughters, cries and sighs… It is a pen,…… Continue reading The best love story…
Cyranny's Cove 