My cell phone rang at 2 AM. It was a call from the past. A reminder of the time when the moon was shining brightly over the tree tops and its reflection on the water was such a beautiful sight. It was the time when perfection was us…
So that’s what today meant… A little get together after eight long years in the attempt to steal a particular time in the past that should stand still. Because today time did stand still while I wandered in the maze of ecstasy, a brief yet true moment of bliss, leaving me craving for more and paying it with my heart. Feeling beautiful and perfectly at home. Somewhere in my receding mind I remembered the time when perfection was us…
The funny thing is the only way of having true love is to realize that someday it may be lost. But the heart is obviously so persistent in believing that no one deserves such pain and torture. I stared at the clock on my cell phone. It was nearly 3 PM. The sun was no longer riding so high. It was half a day of silver pool where memory swam. It was half a day of immeasurable and soothing grace. It was half a day when distant words seemed dancing on dark walls. And at the end, I had to tell myself to get a grip. It was only half a day trying to replicate the time when perfection was us…
So that’s what today meant… A little get together after eight long years in the attempt to steal a particular time in the past that should stand still. Because today time did stand still while I wandered in the maze of ecstasy, a brief yet true moment of bliss, leaving me craving for more and paying it with my heart. Feeling beautiful and perfectly at home. Somewhere in my receding mind I remembered the time when perfection was us…
The funny thing is the only way of having true love is to realize that someday it may be lost. But the heart is obviously so persistent in believing that no one deserves such pain and torture. I stared at the clock on my cell phone. It was nearly 3 PM. The sun was no longer riding so high. It was half a day of silver pool where memory swam. It was half a day of immeasurable and soothing grace. It was half a day when distant words seemed dancing on dark walls. And at the end, I had to tell myself to get a grip. It was only half a day trying to replicate the time when perfection was us…
All and all, I just want to say thank you. For when silence resounds and years die, your mind apparently does not stop and leave me forgotten to easy twilight years. One time in the past you had driven me to choose, but today you showed me that you have actually chosen to keep the place where I once sat… You have evidently chosen not to release the fears or sorrow, nor the sweet memories of the time when perfection was us…
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