so many pending love stories waiting to happen.
longing in the night.
so many glances during the night.
in a night full of unspoken promises, shy and accidental touchings.
in a blink of an eye, how can a hug be so liberating after such a long time.
how can a smell, all together so fresh and unknown, be my new favourite fragrance.
how can all this be so right, while knowing it might be so wrong.
just a moment, just a smooth, quick kiss on your cheek.
If I had looked then up into your eyes, I might have been carried away. I might have given in.