intriguing anecdote, brethren

The image of her haunts the back of my mind. You will get lost when you stare at her beautiful big brown eyes. Her long black hair and soft porcelain skin sends shivers down my spine. The feel of her hardworking little hands, the roughness, the softness and every corner of it makes my heart race.

Her body, slim and slender that you could wrap your arms around her and get lost in translation, as if you are holding the world— and the smile you get when you do.

That smile, that pearly white smile, is tattooed in my mind. The way she smiles, the way it makes me weak whenever I look at her.

It’s been so long since I have last seen her face, her body. I miss every part of it, every limbs of her, every signs of her, every words that comes out of her mouth. It just rings in my ear, everything rings in my ear and I get blinded by the way I look at her.

Nothing can compare her beauty, and as for me, as for the only best friend that has ever been true to her. I admire her, I appreciate the way God created her. I love her.

Now, it’s almost seven months that I have last seen her. The way we sneak holding each others hands in front of her family, the stolen kisses we do. I miss all of that— and even to this day, I still remember everything we have done from day one and all I can do is reminisce.

I hope you’re happy with your progress. I love you.