Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Please-come-back craving

The sky was filled with red clouds. The fresh-moist wind at 3:30 am was giving her goose bumps. Tiny droplets of rain dripped from the trees. She could feel the lightning and thunder far away. Everything was perfect and so she thought of him. 

Nothing she did seem to have moved him since long. No sign of him missing her!


Esdisi said...

Wow! just wow...leaves an ache somewhere... a numb one

Anonymous said...

i feel this way...everyday :( :)