Granted

October 22, 2014 at 10:24 am

There was once a girl I liked so much–
She has this short hair almost her shoulder-level. She’s petite and with curves, no one dares to ask her preference. 
She would sing songs I’ve never heard of. 
She would speak Greek to me–mature in a depth I found hard to swim into. 
She has this voice people will think she’s tipsy. 
She wears jeans that fold at the bottom. 
She has tops that fit her slim body perfectly–although you would see she’s also this huge tummy. 
She doesn’t wear lipstick but her lips are plum. 
She has the hands of a “lady” if you touch her, you think the ‘Gods’ caress you. 

There is something in her stare that melts any frozen heart. I’d like to look into her eyes, so I could enter her soul and stay there.
Her pointed nose is her asset. She looks perfectly pretty in the nose of a ‘foreigner’. 
But most of all, she’s the most understanding and sweet person you will meet. 
I saw it all. I felt it. I heard it. 
The actions are melting my heart, gradually splashing a sea of love into the marrow of my soul. 

I would hug her and yet she’s not there. I was wondering why I couldn’t even touch the tip of her fingers. She was uttering words I could read as her mouth opened. “I love you” she would say, yet there was no sound. I decided that I would open my eyes so I could have a better view of her. 

And then she was lost–

Lost in the ocean of my imagination. 
In the path of desires I long to take. 


She was not there anymore.