Posts Tagged ‘the novel’

Supposed

March 28, 2017

Supposed

This isn’t happening. It is not supposed to happen. You and I are standing by ourselves within 2 or 3 feet from one another. We don’t dare to get close. We feel, but we shouldn’t feel. I don’t dare walk to where you are. I could pretend that I need to ask you something, but if I do, my eyes would tell you things you don’t want to know. There is no one. You are the dream of my life. There is no other.

 

 

 

 

 

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Green

June 17, 2016

Green

There! It’s that one, that one over there. The woman seated by the corner is wearing a green skirt similar to the one I wore years ago, back in the 80s. It was part of a 2-piece suit and I looked beautiful. I was beautiful. The afternoon was hot. It felt hot in that crowded bus. I had to tell him. I was scared. I didn’t know what he would say or react, but I had to run the risk. My love was so genuine. I had never loved like that before. There was not going to be any pressure when we met again. I wasn’t going to force him to anything. It happened. We went through 4 hours—4 long hours. The fluorescent lamp hurt my head. I thought it would burn right through my head. Then it was an abrupt goodbye. That was it.