That afternoon was lazy. The rain was strong, and the only thing left to do is to cuddle with him at the couch as we share a small cozy blanket. He clasped my left hand with his right, and his face drew closer to mine.
“What am I to you?” he asked.
“Coffee,” I answered. “You’re the first thing I ever wanted to have in the morning, and the only one that I need to keep me awake.”
“What am I to you?” I asked.
“Love, you’re a heroin to me.” he said. “I can’t live without you– you always take away the pain.”
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A woman is a paradox:
She wants to, but she doesn’t want to,
She doesn’t want to, but she wants to.
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It was a stormy twilight but the sky appeared like night.It was pitch black, nothing in it as I took a peek from my hood. The lamp street lights appeared like souls flamed up and lined on both sides to give me a grand entrance. Only the sound of the falling rain and my squeaking boots can be heard along the way.
I paused. Then I saw it.
Seated quietly at the end of the aisle, almost invisible. Its felt-like fur matted when the rain damped its coat. Its eyes all flared up, like two small burning emeralds, waiting for me, making its mumbling sounds as it waves its tail in a sluggish manner. My vision is blurred. I can’t see its face, if its smiling or grinning.
What will happen when I reached it?
Will it bite and hurt me or just run away?
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Our lives are unknowingly intertwined
By thin threads deeply buried by time.
They are waiting to be brought above
For all to wonder who and why.
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