1shablog

Am I in love? Have I ever been in love? Are my blogs, my fantasies that I wish to happen and all sorts of crazy questions. How can a person be romantic and never have experienced this magic once!

I wake up the next day and buy some white zerbera and carnations, I get them rolled in the bouquet and I visit the coffee shop in the early opening hours and I wait for you to arrive. Its almost 2 hours I have been waiting and I see you entering through the door, You make your way to the counter and as you place the order, I carefully plant the flower bouquet with your name on it on your favourite table.

I take a deep breath and a smoke cloud forms as I breathe and sip my hot chocolate whose aroma smells creamy and delectable. You are looking at me and I can see you looking at me, even though I am not looking at you, and I shiver.

I decline the salacious offer and you stuff your face in the pillow and again your face rises a little, watching me with your side eyes pretending to look out the window. I see your eyes looking at my army cargo shorts and I know you are hungry!

I keep looking at her until she smiles and her teeth show. I can see her laughing and she drops her hands and touches her feet, her hair touching the ground and she lifts herself in the air, with a beautifully arched back, and swirls breathing the clear night air. I am amazed.

There was just something I loved about the train journeys. The train vibes, the casual looking out the window and being lost in your own world. Having time to stand and stare, to think about life, about emotions, to reflect about the years gone by, moments worth reliving again!

Not all emotions are Love. But yes Love is not made of only a single emotion, it changes each day, comprises different feelings, distinct emotions and it becomes hard to classify love as a singular complex produced as a result of liking someone, or some experience, or something uniquely quantifying as the wholesome one emotion i.e LOVE.

We don’t speak for a few moments and I see his eyes, his dark eyes, his eyes full of light and full of love, eyes that never loved anyone.

We spend a few moments together and the next I know, all of the gang goes crazy dancing around the bonfire. There was music, laughter, joviality, notoriousness, food, and love in the air! February is indeed the most lovable and amusing month of the year.

It was dusk, sun hues spread across the top, a very cool breeze fluttering my hair in the wind, I looked across the sky and the orange hues mixed with the evening sky just glowed in the embrace of the horizon to create a warm stretched canvas with the air so chilly to send shivers down the spine. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze on my face and the colors started getting dark and I can see orange hues turning brown-black and mixing into the zenith for falling night to await the shadowy clear sky full of stars