off much deprived limelight

The flashes of light between dark heavy clouds reminds of the speed the heart was beating at on that particular afternoon. I remember the heat, the hugs, and that uphill walk. Regret was written over every step taken on the tar road that day. Going back to greet hello lost it's ounce of absurdity and became more appealing after every sigh. Sigh.

As exciting as the time ahead seemed to be, that resigned feeling of stupidity kept haunting.

But withholding held greater prospects than temporary relief. And He provided just that.
I couldn't hear myself. I lost my train of thought. I forgot things that I actually knew. And I acted like a complete idiot.
It went pretty horribleterrible, but this felt better. She could tell I felt better almost immediately. Her deductions sounded quite unlikely but I wasn't watching to prove otherwise.

Heh. I was so giddy that I hopped off that last step and walked blindly in no particular direction before realising that I had left her behind. I missed the goodbye but at least I got the hello I thought I missed.

....

It's not something likely and I'm fully aware of it but this feels nice. This shyness has caused me to treasure every single one of them. =)

minx wrote at9:13 PM

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