I was perfectly fine with my ordinary life, so perfect with it that I didn’t have anything to dream about. Everything was going fine, first year in University was starting and I felt good about my choices, they were safe, straight forward to life I wanted; nice job, marriage, kids and holidays at Bahamas, life like my mothers. I wanted it and it was so simple. I wasn’t scared about future. I didn’t need anything else than ordinary. It was all fine, until I met her.
She had curly hair, well tailored suit, and when she talked to you she looked straight to your eyes. You could see her passion. She released mine. The passion inside of me, what I didn’t even know to exists. It was my insanity who wanted to seduce her.
I have a boyfriend. We have been together as long as I can remember. I don’t know when the excitement died between us, or was there ever any. That excitement what fills your lungs with butterflies and makes your puffy face red after a touch, after a gaze, after any reaction. You know what I’m talking about; maybe you’re one of the lucky ones to have felt it or not so lucky and read it at some syrup sweet novel. It doesn’t matter. I went to search that excitement. I wanted adventure. And feelings; mostly those forbidden ones.
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