We were one



Tears gracefully sauntering down her face, mind conflicted, heart racing. She assured me that she was fine as her lips met mine, in that moment we were one.

Rain pelting down like bullets. Clenched in each other’s embrace; completely lost in her eyes. As her lips met mine, in that moment we were one.

Seated on a bench in a deserted mall, hands intertwined like telepathic hearts. Engulfed by conversation that was rich and savory like fresh soup. As her lips met mine, in that moment we were one.

Stuck in a closed loop of regret, holding on to those moments when her lips met mine, those moments when we were one.
Like the two ends of a train track, we were one

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  1. Cindy van Wyk13 July 2013 at 09:46

    *sitting/seated

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  2. Cindy van Wyk13 July 2013 at 09:47

    I feel like those could be a brilliant story, write more about it...?

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  3. Descendant of Beasts13 July 2013 at 23:41

    Cindy, cindy.. cindy. you will be the end of me. I changed it. I've told this story quite a few times.

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  4. Anonymous21 October 2013 at 09:54

    Wow Malima this is a beautiful piece...

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