☱ ~ Syllanah
I still think about that night on the beach and the morning in the library when I lay down to rest, no matter how long my day or how tired my mind. The feeling of her hair between my fingers, her skin beneath my palm, kissing her. It’s… a constant reminder these days when I finally remove myself from work.
It’s a bit unnerving. Reminds me of past loves and I’m not quite sure I need to add another love to my list of missed opportunities or of broken hearts. Not sure I have room in my life to mend myself again.
But maybe it’s simple lust of a sort - that’d make perfect sense. Syllanah is quite the presence and of course radiant. But still, I fear that I’ve become more infatuated with her mind and heart than just her beauty.
And that spells nothing but pain for me, doesn’t it?
