She dreams about the
*blue skies and yellow flowers. A swing. A fence. Hot afternoons and the ice cream man. Jogs in the park. Dining in the moonlight. Fresh. Simple.
*the patio. By the beach. Waking up and hearing the waves.
*early mornings and coffee on the go. Power lunches. Demands. Results.
*breakfast in bed. Stolen moments. Being loved.
*boots . footprints in the snow. The fireplace. The smell of cinnamon.
*leaves that change color. Of flowers that bloom. For seasons that change.
*promises that were made. Things that were said.
*lives that we weaved. And undid.
*vacations planned. and emptied.
*meals to be cooked. Birthdays to be planned. apartments to be shared. Arguments to be resolved.
*drives that lead nowhere, and yet far away.
*days
*when she still used to dream.
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5 comments:
lovely picture you've painted there :)
sucks that we didn't really catch up although we met on fri. thinking of dropping by ur place before ritwik comes back, and spending an evening chit-chatting :P may i invite myself over? :D
*shameless guest grin*
Sherene,
Yeh, friday was a little crazy! ;) And you should definitely drop by anytime! It'd be good to catch up, sans the alcohol! You're more than welcome to swing by whenever! :)
nice post =)
She could be Aesa!!
Aesa,
AWWW :) She and Aesa have a lot in common, eh?
:)
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