Not your girl next door!

She looked at him with desire ablaze in her eyes. She could feel herself slowly sink into his turquoise blue eyes feeling weak in her knees as he walked towards her. The rains had just subsided and silence enveloped them as they took relaxed steps towards each other, anticipating the moment when he holds her in gentle embrace. She was wearing a blue dress that day, unaware that it would rain. The dress accentuated her curves justifiably and she looked ravishing despite the distance between them. He knew that the closer he got, the tougher it would be for him to control his longing to touch her lips with his. Her hair was wet and beads of water were falling onto her shoulders, dampening her dress. She looked unerringly as he had envisaged her, with minimal make up and her fair skin having the touch of purity. They had known each other for 6 years now, and, despite guarded infatuations, they never had the courage to pursue what they yearned. But, there was something about that ...

I opened a letter today.   It was written by a 14 year old girl having her whole life ahead of her. She had hopes and dreams like any other her age; to meet the man of her dreams, to marry him in a beautiful ceremony, have wonderful children and for her to grow old with her husband whilst sitting on their porch. Some might say that girl was delusional to expect a life so perfect, but, she believed that these events were bound to happen by the power of the universe. The girl weeps today, cocooned inside the four walls of her room. She hasn’t stepped out since July 17 th , 1999, and, she doesn’t intend to, anytime in the future. She has no reason to leave, everything that reminds her of him is right here. The beige quilt they spent endless nights cuddling in, the scatter of pictures that were taken since the day they first met, all the letters he wrote to her from when he was away, and, in the cupboard laid the uniform he was wearing the day he passed. It was spotted w...