Her prompt mind ran through the bundle of possibilities—did she finally find him? The man she had stopped looking for a few years back? The dream of being happy, the one she had lost hope for long time ago? and now, as she held the cold lifeless phone in the palm of her hands, she imagined him doing the same trying to picture his face.
He would have a sincere smile on his face, a beautiful one and eyes that are loaded with innocence and purity. She knew this inherently, being naturally trusting herself. Preconsciously, she knew this wasn't "just a fling", it was the real thing, it was love, once again, knocking on her door, and when she wouldn't open, it would come through the window, straight into her heart and soul.
He would have a sincere smile on his face, a beautiful one and eyes that are loaded with innocence and purity. She knew this inherently, being naturally trusting herself. Preconsciously, she knew this wasn't "just a fling", it was the real thing, it was love, once again, knocking on her door, and when she wouldn't open, it would come through the window, straight into her heart and soul.
Even now, as she pushed an errant strand of brown hair behind her ear she worried he would know, distinctively, what she was feeling. To be thought of as simply a beautiful woman was bridling, unthinkable. But she was beautiful... fatally, stunningly prepossessing. Yet the genuine and unique relationship she commanded deepened the yearnings of her heart... to let it open, to let someone in.
She's a writer. That's what writers do, they imagine how people behave. She had to admit that she had noticed him. Writers do that... Notice people. She saw that he wore that same burdened look on his face, so she took her chances.
3 comments:
did u write this?? it's wonderful...
is it new? if these feelings and hopes r new, i just wanna wish that it's for real, not just a fling...
good luck
Well What can I say? Simply a piece of art, each word overcharged with feelings and emotions and sound really sincere...I think we have a new writer..Keep it up girl, you will definetly reach somewhere...
Good luck....
I'm out of words at this moment... writing such words is a work of art by itself, but if you copied someone else, capturing those words is even a better art... billions of words are said everyday, capturing 10s of them is just..... well, I'm lost for words again...
I hope you had a nice sleep last night and that the dead sea blessed you with all the life possible.
I've sent you an e-mail, hopefully I can at least be of help bringing you one step closer to where you want to be, given that, you know where that place is. If not, bringing you one step closer to know where you want to be.
Wissam
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