To confess or not to confess

I called him that evening, heart singing, mind made up. This was the day, I could feel the positive energy wanting to shoot out my fingertips as I dialled the number and held the phone up to my ear. ‘Hey’ I said, almost shouting to hide the flurry of emotion in my stomach, and toContinue reading “To confess or not to confess”

The dichotomy of casual- II

vie,you terrible, lovely boyleaving me in charge of a wild heartunable to take this decoy I wanted just a taste of your electric kissand elastic waistbut here I am in a quandary writing to erase your lingering face “but do I really want to forget?”– my crimson cheeks betray me –as I cling on toContinue reading “The dichotomy of casual- II”

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