#abookneverwritten

[yunee1]

I took him in my arms and with a loss of words I kissed his virgin lips, because the ones before never really mattered to me. I remember how it felt. His lips were chapped, yet I loved every second. He simply smiled and kissed back. I felt as if lightening were fighting back and forth from his lips to mine. I remember his hands and how they cupped my cheeks so perfectly. I remember my heart getting anxiety, but the good kind. I remember how fearful I was when I realized I had fallen in love. I didn’t care if he didn’t love me back, because I felt it. I felt how love really felt, and let me tell you it felt like nothing I’ve ever felt before, amazing.

A book that I will never write

[contemplativesincerity]

A Book Never Written: III

The palace walls were mighty. 

"What ho, yonder princess? Doth thou pronounceth the must uttered of divinities?"

The air quieted so as to listen to her response. 

"No."

[contemplativesincerity]

A Book Never Written: II

They sat together, drowning in their own sights.       "Do you think I'll ever see again?"      "Perhaps you will." He chuckled a bit.       "Is my ailment so much as a joke to you?" The quiet broke again.       "I just can't help but notice something." He paused. "You really can't see."      "You think I don't realize?"      "Oh, I think you realize. I just don't think you understand."      "How can you begin to say such things?"      "Much practice, boy. It comes with great practice."

[contemplativesincerity]

A Book Never Written: I

"I've seen the way you make that face. I've seen it all before."

"Have you?" 

"The last time I checked, you were the one with honeycomb for a hat." 

"Buzz off."