
I couldn't tell if my stomach was sinking at what I was about to do or flipping in anticipation to see him. Twenty years since our first kiss in Mallorca, fifteen since our London rendezvous and it dawned on me... here I was chasing him again. I just needed to know. I needed to know what he meant when he text, "Promise that one day you'll just walk in and say hi". And here I am thirteen years later, very much attached, and so is he. He shouldn't have dared me like that. And I shouldn't have kept his messages.
About the Creator
Carmen-Lee Myers
I am and I am not yet. Honestly, I just love the worlds poetry and stories create. And I love how words love people whole.


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