It’s too Late

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It is always too late when you realize what you have lost. Only the moment your heart closes and you convince yourself that you couldn’t be more indifferent than that. I feel this way... Perhaps falling from a palace would do less harm than being pierced by a thousand abstract needles that are filled with bitterness and regret. Sometimes it seems that the heart stops beating from the pain felt, feeling a throbbing squeeze and blood flowing in your arteries. Your distance is painful. Losing your soul mate is like losing a part of yourself. I hope that destiny will one day follow its course and we would go back to kissing under the sun painted with the colors of the sunset. But whatever happens, be a good girl. - Back in time Almost also the spring passed in the midst of those exchanges of jokes, between the hugs and the soft kisses on the smooth forehead: we were two foolish kids in the grip with love, still too shy to move and make the first move. All we needed was an official announcement, and I could finally call you mine, kiss you while we hold hands, and imitate the scenes in the movies that come out. I liked to get ready and look for the clothes that best fit me, but only if I thought of you. Even in the middle of the afternoon or night, filled with the euphoria of seeing you again and thinking that even that time you were more beautiful than last time. And as I thought about all this and fantasized about how to surprise you on Valentine’s Day, your face showed up in front of me to cover the sun reaching into my eyes. "Can I kiss you?" you asked myself surprisingly that I forgot I was in reality. I looked at you for a few seconds before extending my hand towards you. I caressed your cheek gently and you took that touch, hurling furiously against my wet lips as I quickly close my eyes to taste you better: and at that moment I swore to God that I would love you until the end of my days. We stood united in a tight embrace while my eyes threatened a tear of emotion as you tuned into the rhythm of my fast-paced heartbeat. I’ll never forget that day, the day I fall in love for the first time
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