all I ever wanted

He leans forward, his left arm on my cheek . He kisses me softly and then more urgently. I kiss him back. And if I thought my ex was a good kisser, or anyone else for that matter, I thought wrong. In comparison, everyone else was merely competent. . This kiss from him makes the room spin. This kiss is like the kiss I have read about a million times, seen in the movies. The one I wasn’t sure existed in real life. I have never felt this way before. Fireworks, butterflies and all. We kiss for a long, long time. Not breaking away once. Not even shifting positions . I don’t want it to end. It’s all I ever wanted.

All of a sudden I hear a disturbing sound… Oh, God! I hate waking up in the morning…

late august days

I miss that perfect beach vacation, where the routine is so blissfully calm that when you return home and friends ask how your trip was, you can’t really recall what exactly you did to fill up so many hours. Oh I do miss, summer. I surely won’t forget those late august days when time was on my side.