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Friday, February 15, 2013

Stolen MEMORIES




Its been years and yet I can still feel the infliction irking inside of me.

All I thought, living from you at bay will help me moving on from our past but this odd feeling is extremely towing me towards you. Tonight, the deep silence of the evening only reminds me the same time when we both fuel our curiosity. It was our innocent year of our life, a year in the school which supposed to be a season of gaining knowledge only but NO we took something from each other which the book can't give.

Do you still remember how it all began?

It was a cozy evening of August and a bright star was gazing us through the open window.

"Mark" you said with your soft voice

"why?"

"have you been kiss?"

"I haven't, you?"

"not yet too. How would you like to experience it?"

"I want to be perfect" I whispered

after that, dead air came between us. I was thinking at that moment picturing myself dancing with someone while beautiful music is serenading the place until..................
until my consciousness backed when l I felt your warm hand touching my wrist.

"Can I hug you?" you inquired and affirmation came through me despite second thought crossed in my mind. You passionately embraced me. you tucked your head in my shoulder and I smelled your aroma. I liked it especially the sense of security coming from you.

That same night, desire ignited us and we are lost in the sea of curiosity and lust.

We spent more nights together: hugging, kissing and more until you asked me about our status and if I have someone other than you. Those made me think about us, do you already have feelings towards me? were you jealous when I was with my other aquaitance? why were you showing care towards me? all of these rushed in my head but I knew everything was just product of lust and I was entirely convinced that I felt no emotional attachment to you except.................except when I graduated. I like you. Yes! I like you more that I knew. I long your embrace, I miss your scent and the taste of your lips but now that I realized it, why everything has changed? I tried to reach you out but you already moved-on while I am here stranded in my own sentiment helping myself nothing except remembering those stolen memories.
 






 



 

16 comments:

  1. already hitted that follow button buddy. hope you follow back too.
    cheers on your freshly mint blog.

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    1. thanks dude. I've followed you already. thanks for the comment

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  2. looking forward to read your post as you fight your own kryptonite.

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    1. thanks dude. i will also read your post as u color the gray part of ur life.

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  3. Very nice piece specifically for this very day of hearts :)

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  4. Hey buddy! I find it weird lang kase hindi lumalabas ung updates mo sa blog feeds ko. I'm already following you naman thru GFC. hmmm...

    Anyways, may kinalaman ba itong short story mo in real life? Si Mark at ikaw ba ay iisa? I know, its hard to forget and let go the one person you truly love. But if you really love her, set her free and move on. I know mahirap sa simula, but you will eventually get over it. Be happy na lang din for her.

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    1. Fiel that's also the same comment of my friend , he can't find this entry in his feed.

      Who's Mark? I will soon tell who he really is.
      Thanks for the advise.

      By the way, can you do something so that my followings will see this entry?

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  5. Oi! Parang fresh na fresh yung memories from hi skul. Love those moments. Super kilig

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  6. I think uve change the url of ur site dats why its not working the feeds area , try to change it to the original

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  7. Welcome Jei!

    Di muna ako maka react sa post kasi di ako in love at di pa naman ako na inlab ng todo.. lust oo! lols...

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  8. hehehe. i move on na yan. time to look for new ones. :)

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  9. ayoko nito! i so relate much :P haha

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