He remembers every detail,even after all these years.Her soft skin going against his,her jasmine scent that filled the sheets of the bed and her eyes,the most beautiful blue eyes he ever seen.He used to say that looking into her eyes was like a journey into the depths of the ocean..a clear see-through blue color,giving you a warm pleasant feeling.
Out of nowhere,the entire room lights up followed by a thunder coming from outside.
"-It's a storm!She's afraid of storms.She needs me to be there and tell her it's okay,while hugging her gently.The thunder scares her,which is cute cause it makes her seem so innocent."
Another lightning strikes,the thunder following up faster this time."It must be close"
"-But that's the past,that's all in the past...I can't keep pretending it's the present."
The best part about a storm is the moment it ends,cause only then you realize the calm of nature and how quiet it is.For every problem we have in our lives,there's the moment of joy when the problem ends.We should cherish the end instead of being sad about the storm.
I felt like continuing my short story.More chapters should come up following
Love,Just.
I always enjoy reading your posts, you know. It's fantastic! Sounds like you're kind of romantic :)
ReplyDeleteAww,you are so kind!I like to believe so myself.It's a shame girls don't seek for that so much,these days.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely feedback
Love,Just.