COTS in Dagdigdug

It’s raining outside. The smell of wet soil brings back your scent. Suddenly, it fills my heart. And my memories about you hit me so hard. I’m falling to that time when we were together.

We saw each other every weekend. You drove to my place and took me out. It was all about eating and talking. Drinking and staring. Holding hands and kissing. I told you anything I want, and you’ve been so warm and gentle. You listened carefully and paid me lots of attentions. I was flying high, you know. I was so in love. And, I guess so were you.

We understood each other quiet well. A little sadness and jealousy made us stronger. But happiness never long lasted. We argued every 10 minutes. The sweet - passionate relation that we dream of was breaking down. We broke up.

::To Be Continued::

Berbagi

Just trying to tell you that i hate you for making me feel this way.

Berbagi

I still remember that day. When you walked through the rain and came to me. You said your name and I gave you mine. The next thing I knew is we’re sitting in the cinema while the film played. I didn’t pay lots of attention to the movie, actually. The only thing I thought about was you.

You walked me home. I thanked you for a wonderful night we had. Suddenly, you kissed me on the lips. Frankly, I’ve suspect that. I knew you’ll kiss me and I found my self waiting for that moment to come. I didn’t reply your kiss. Well, that was our first date and I don’t think it’s clever for a woman to kiss back on a first date.

The next day, you picked me up at my house and gave me a ride to the best place in town. It is a yard filled with flowers in many colors. We lied down and played the cloud-shape-guess game. The laugh, the joy, the fun. I still remember the sound of your laugh. The taste of joy that you bring. I even still remember the shape of the cloud above us.

The night falls down. We saw stars twinkling at the sky. We still lied on the green grass, you know. But it is not green anymore. As the sky became darker, the green grass turned out to be black. But my heart was still pink. Just like the shirt I was wearing.

 

 : To be continued :

Berbagi

Here I am. On Dagdigdug. I’m trying to reveal another side of me. Side that You never seen before. I am a wormbook that enjoy making friends in any ways.

I am a melancholic sensitive young woman who is struggling to define my self. There’s an evil and an angel in me. I am holy like the priest, but also a dirty sinner.

Am I telling You too much?

Berbagi