Your Anything



Love, light and words fall off me in no particular order...

- Will you be my girlfriend? — he asked sheepishly, digging his worn out heels into the iced stone wall, holding his foggy breath for what seemed like eternity...

- No — she replied quickly and softly — I will not be "your" anything; not until I've known you for long enough to know you well enough. And even then, I will not be yours. But... — covering his frozen hand with hers — I would like to carry on seeing you, whenever life allows, and when it doesn't, I would like to think of you.

She turned toward him and dug her jet black coals into his blue lagoons.

He shivered.

She smiled gracious and wise.


The Peruvian Sage




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