To you who were one of my most passionate indulgences,
The enticing gazes I shot at you did perhaps little to facilitate my intention to disguise the affection that lay underneath. It must have been something short of a coincidence, almost fate's whisper, but not quite - my deductions with the dawn, humble, unsolicited attempts at assigning emotions to the eyes' conveyance, to the best of my inferential ability. Once the cipher to going about this new-found hobby had been cracked, I found myself surrounded by conciser answers to the meanings that the glares of people around me held. Such was reality that my curious yet avoidant eyes were met with looks of reciprocation, in the face of one most fancied encounter. Having rehearsed the art of inference the same morning, evidence of synchrony and collision in the brief unspoken interaction was plentiful. It could well be that yours were glances of contempt rather than a longing for rekindling. But how does that better explain your persistency with the consequent glances?
Humbly omnipresent,
Your momentary better half.
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The frivolity on my mind
Non-FictionEmploying an occasional sarcastic tone, here is an attempt at capturing emotions (in the form of letters, addressed to or about (in)tangible entities)) that have so often been the subject of my ponderances, because nothing weighing me down should be...
