March 3, 2013

It hits the ground with a finality I didn’t know could exist.

The residual flames burn amber against the grit.

Your eyes trail my every move.

Those eyes.

The damn eyes that linger in my mind like a scalding touch on an ice cold skin.

It’s a dance.

A dance we’ve danced since the day we met.

The freight of being caught only heightened the attraction.

We used it, reveled in it.

And to think it began as a game. A challenge.

Nothing more than an exciting play.

But things turned real too soon.

A little too fucking real.

A little too fucking scary.

Clasped hands and stolen kisses and pressed bodies.

The secrets, the lies, the cloak and dagger, it let doubt cast its shadow over us.

A doubt that brings nothing but pain.

A pain that ultimately leads us.. away from one another.

In the game of secrets and seduction there is only one rule; Don’t fall in love.

And at the end of it, it all leaves us nothing but.. strangers.

“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”
Jonathan Safran Foer


April 17, 2012

“There’s something about you that’s just so..” he starts saying.

And she braces herself for another one of his little persnickety, passive aggressive outburst, except he seemed to be deep in thought.

His eyes searched the ground fruitlessly and a little crease formed on his forehead, as if he has the words just on the edge of his tongue but they just weren’t forming on his lips.

That’s a first.

“Incessant?” she suggests, like a child offering an unsure answer in class.

“Irritating?” she takes a step toward him as his gaze flickers back up.

“Exasperating? Fundamentally annoying? I could go on,”

“Disarming,” he decides with a smile, “It’s unnerving,” he continued, voice light yet teeming with sincerity.

It takes her a while to realize he isn’t teasing and the implications throw her completely off. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to shield the smile that was slowly creeping in.

“Careful there,” she warns before turning around to take a step away from what felt like dangerous territory.


“You just said something about me that doesn’t fall into the negative category,” she turns back around to find his towering form just behind her.

“As a matter of fact, it was positively in a neutral light, and you need to be very careful when you do that,” she continued, although the closeness was unnerving her, “The sky could fall down,”

“You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, ‘Not bad. They’re okay.’ And then you get to know them and… and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.”
Amelia Pond, Doctor Who Ep#6.10: The Girl Who Waited