a drop of lust, a single tear, a memory unshared, and an incomplete quilt still unwoven...
lol, everytime i read this i giggle and tear up at the same time, but its 100% worth it, because i can still smell the fish-food and i can still feel the butterflies....8 years ago to the day....
Their first kiss happened in a pet shop, amidst the sinful fish.
A dark cornor smiled in both pleasure and defeat.
At once, the flapping of fins, synchronized to their exhalation, mirrored the flapping of wings inside their stomachs.
Half-closed, fully open, deep sighs or regret (only that it was too perfect) reminded her of why she struggled to live.
Flashing lights of white and gold are all that painted them, hand in hand, nose to nose, flashing lights of tanks.
A sight untold...except in the language of observant animals.
love,
jess
post script - <3<3<3 happy valentines day <3<3<3
Their first kiss happened in a pet shop, amidst the sinful fish.
A dark cornor smiled in both pleasure and defeat.
At once, the flapping of fins, synchronized to their exhalation, mirrored the flapping of wings inside their stomachs.
Half-closed, fully open, deep sighs or regret (only that it was too perfect) reminded her of why she struggled to live.
Flashing lights of white and gold are all that painted them, hand in hand, nose to nose, flashing lights of tanks.
A sight untold...except in the language of observant animals.
love,
jess
post script - <3<3<3 happy valentines day <3<3<3