Walkin' home . . . flashes of soundless lightning warns a downpour of rain after a very hot and humid day. It's past two hours before midnight and the nightsky is a deep purplish amber hue. Suddenly, she had an inkling instinctive nostalgic episodes of those unabashed naive moments with him. Wanna hold on to those brief scenes of sweet bliss.
Moments with Him
Posted by Chasmal Labels: bliss, happiness, hopeless romanticism, moments, musings, sentiments, thoughts, thursday
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