in the yellow of those memories, I am watching you cook tamagoyaki.
through the screen, I look at you warmly. you are such a dear friend.
your hair curls and bounces, and I like the silhouette of your face.
the friendship I didn't deserve. the tenderness of it. the effortless
laughs, the solace of knowing you. years later, even as we quietly
morph into lovers, we never forget the softness of the tamago days.
Footnotes
for the dearest of friends, and the dearest of lovers.
the simplicity of the language but the deadly intent of it. wow that got me. warmth/tenderness/softness. perhaps alluding to the malleable nature of the relationship?? and the last two lines wrecked me by the way
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Jasmin khawar
I need to learn a thing or two from you.
This is divine!
Paisley Blue
"as we quietly / morph into lovers"
SCREAMING
Anna A.
I love this! The words are simple yet detailed!
solarflair
Okay so like
the simplicity of the language but the deadly intent of it. wow that got me. warmth/tenderness/softness. perhaps alluding to the malleable nature of the relationship?? and the last two lines wrecked me by the way
solarflair
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
antizoeclub
AS WE QUIETLY MORPH INTO LOVERS? i'm retiring, man
NightRain
The soft, gentle edges??? The delicate, almost ethereal descriptions??? The ending???? Utterly breathtaking.