reminiscences

its funny how reminiscences pulls u into the direction of direct rebellion.

i saw him, as handsome as ever, as manly as i could always remember him to be... back facing me. yet the girl beside him, in the midst of a deep conversation with, wasnt me at all.

behind the blue veil, my fingers trailing its delicate threaded lining, i gazed at him from afar... so longing to go up and hug him from behind... like i always used to in the past...

being able to hold him, feel his chest rise and fall with his deep breathing.

i miss him. its tearing me apart.