One-sided Stories

I lay there, thinking of what could have and what should have been, if only our world were a bit closer. If only, you could have been straighter. If only I, if only, I was a bit braver. I lay in my bed wistfully thinking how it would have been nice to get to know you deeper. To get to feel the touch of your skin a little while longer. To look at you in the eye without holding back. To laugh with you. To walk with you, sid...

I looked at you, with eyes feigning dis-fascination yet frankly, disputing the desire of tugging you and embrace you with amorous caress—thy lips touching mine, as we unravel the unspoken and unnamed force that magnetizes the two of us like a hollow gradually sipping—gravity lavishly pulling every foreign matter towards its crux.Hitherto, the mist of your dark, russet orbs bore into my soul that held no recognition adaman...