Look into hers eyes, don’t ignore
Our first date was at a tiny Italian restaurant, candlelight flickering on the table. I talked too much—nervous, rambling about my job, my dog, anything to fill the silence. When I…
Read MoreOur first date was at a tiny Italian restaurant, candlelight flickering on the table. I talked too much—nervous, rambling about my job, my dog, anything to fill the silence. When I…
Read MoreShe brought it home on a rainy Saturday— a small pothos plant with trailing vines, its leaves slightly wilted. “It needs a little care,” she said, setting it on the windowsill. I…
Read MoreThe first ray of summer sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, soft and golden, tracing streaks across the wooden table. I paused, coffee spoon suspended mid-air—not breathing in the way sunlight danced…
Read MoreThe summer sun hangs high over the community garden, turning the soil warm and the air thick with the scent of ripening tomatoes. I wipe sweat from my forehead, pausing to watch…
Read MoreThe autumn breeze carries the scent of cinnamon and fallen leaves, weaving through the white linen drapes strung between oak trees. I stand at the end of the aisle, my hands trembling…
Read MoreThe clock above the café counter ticks softly, but my eyes are fixed on the way Lina’s thumb brushes the face of her watch—a vintage silver piece with a cracked glass, its…
Read MoreThe bell above the bookstore door jingles, and I look up from the stack of poetry collections I’m arranging—only to freeze. There’s Adams, standing in the doorway, the afternoon sun streaming behind…
Read MoreThe morning sun glints off the turquoise waters of Couple’s Bay, turning the waves into tiny shards of light. I grip the raft’s rope, my heart racing—not from the gentle current ahead,…
Read MoreShe laughs, shaking her head, but she leans into my touch, her shoulders relaxing. “You’re biased,” she says, but her eyes are bright, and I can see the way…
Read MoreThe car radio hums a soft melody as I grip the gift bag on my lap, my heart fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. Tonight is Liam’s birthday party—his 28th—and…
Read More“Waiting for someone?” she asks, turning to me, a small smile on her lips. Her voice is soft, like the rustle of pages, and I straighten up, suddenly nervous. “Just……
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