Thursday, April 2, 2015

The Moment

The door shut. He was still inside. She wasn't going to let him go away that night. Not that he wanted to leave.

Soon their doubts made way into explorations.

With his lips he wrote on her cheek, "Who are you?"

"How do I know you so much?" her teeth chiselled on his lips.

For every question he asked, she answered in kind. Each time she pushed him away, her hands increased the grip on him, asking him to stay. Over confusion, they bonded. In the uncertainty, they found assurance.

They never talked, afraid that wisdom and conventions would take the moment away from them.

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