There’s a well-worn path in my head that I dearly love to tread. Everyday, it come alive with the buzzing of ideas and the lingering whispers of dreams. Here and there, a remembered thread of conversation. Now and then, the poignant tugging of intense emotions.
On this particular day, I think about our quick fire banters. Mostly, they bordered on the unexplored landscapes of intimate encounters. Words usually flew in an exhilarating dance of parries and thrusts. I’ve never found anything quite like it!
“You should seriously stop haunting my dreams.”
“Not my fault you keep thinking about me.”
“Maybe if you stopped being so darn sexy…”
“The same thing can be said about you.”
“You think I’m sexy?”
“I think you’re being coy.”
Sometimes, a line of argument would lead to a kiss, as if words were a prelude to passion. Then, a silence measured in labored breaths and long-winded sighs rises to a crescendo of emotions so powerful, it robs away one’s sensibility.
There’s a well-worn path in my head that I love to tread. Most days, it leads me to a gazebo, a special place that holds my fondest memories of you. There in the shade, away from prying eyes, we made a pact:
“The roads may bend and twist until I no longer recognize it but I shall always find my way back to you.”
“And I… I shall nurture this garden so the winds may carry its dark, sensuous fragrance to you, to guide you when the night is darkest. And when I miss you…”
“…When you miss me, look up to the sky. There I am, where ever you are.”
- Sheer black top from Anna Sui
- Pencil skirt from Charlotte Russe
- Belt from SM Accessories
- Earrings and Bracelets from SM Accessories
- Shoes from Folded and Hung
Photos by Rhea Bue