I was boring myself to death earlier so I rummaged thru my old posts on Facebook and came across this:
She sits there, the light emanating from the candle in front of her is dancing in the black of her eyes and somehow gives the illusion that she’s got tears welling up. Or was it real?
She’s torn between being happy now or being happy later. For whatever reason, she thinks the same will happen in the end either ways – she just have to choose which one will leave her less painful memories.
Then a hand touched her shoulders, she looked up and saw him with his silly schoolboy grin. His eyes were smiling while he apologized for being 2mins late. She said it’s ok….
All her doubts vanished.
The Adventures of a Misfit in the Gulf Area (part Deux)
Half Fiction. Half Real. Half not good with fractions.
I’ve no idea what made me write it but what I do know is, I never write fiction. It must be about something that I’m going thru at that time, a boy problem, no doubt about it. I wrote it 12th of December 2008 but seriously though, I really don’t know what was up with me at that time.
I think I should write these little notes more often.