My perception of love.
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ksoaked
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Anticipating and patiently waiting for you to come home was the hardest thing I had to do. Not only, did I wanted to talk to you so badly but I wanted give you your respected space as well. As the days got closer, everything began to feel right.

My perception of love.

Anticipating and patiently waiting for you to come home was the hardest thing I had to do. Not only, did I wanted to talk to you so badly but I wanted give you your respected space as well.

As the days got closer, everything began to feel right.

It started with the warm cozy air, the smell of a home cooked meal with your favorite playlist playing in the background. I could tell it was going to be a perfect night.

When our eyes met as we exchange smiles, It reminded me how butterflies felt like. As dinner was about to be served, I felt the tension of what was suppose to happen.

Nervous and shy to be exact. It started to feel uneasy and nauseous. I felt trapped like I have to go through with it and there’s no escaping it now. I took a deep breath and broke the silence.

I knew that small talk and how the holidays went was my best way to avoid awkwardness. At that moment, I couldn’t stop staring as you spoke passionately with excitement.

Your unfolding smile exposed, illuminating sentiment that flourished in the dim light. Welcomed by what intrigues you, listening as it builds the trust within.

Buying more time, we couldn’t decide on what to watch. A game of thrones, which idled in the background that was never played.

We couldn’t stand it any longer, as we tried to stall what brought us here. It came off a bit confusing trying to understand what was unperceptive to us both.

What was convinced, instead compelled to be inexistent. As I ponder through, lost trying to trust what doesn’t make sense at all.

My doubts began to grow onto me, leeching at the inaccurate stipulation that haunts upon us. A late present appeared with suddenness, awarding gratitude where it was earned.

Stunned with improperness, its value was perceiving. There was no consideration but an unfitting reaction. There’s no wrong in giving. It’s more like appreciating one where it’s deserved.

The results were gratifying and that’s what made a difference.

Finally, what became a night full of fear and judgment brought a spark that glazed for hours fading slowly into the night that was heartfelt.

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