SwearinBag

New zealand, 2008. A warm sunny day, sun in the sky, shining down onto the seemingly endless mountain ranges, with shadows casting from the clouds far away that make funny figures and animal'like shapes. We sat there, staring to the wonderful nature in our chairs, with a glass of water for me and a nice sangria for her. I didn’t drink back then so I kept it nice and clear, didn’t like the feeling and also didn’t needed it to get a little more loose. I’m the type of person who’d never walk up to a girl and say “hi, I like you a lot.” I’d be the guy who silently hopes she’ll walk up to me an

As we walked through the streets which were engulfed by orange yellow light of the surrounding street lamps, I took my phone as she was taking some picture with her new camera. I wondered what time it was so I went ahead and unlocked my phone, pressing the small, silver metal button on the side and saw the screen lit up. it read “ 23:18 ” in big white numbers, like a torch lighting up the surrounding area as I noticed that my wallpaper had been changed. I didn’t remember changing it, yet I unlocked my phone to take a closer look at it as I saw her wonderful face, the most wonderful smile you could imagine, her light brown ha

There we were, laying in the soft, short grass staring at each other. Both our blue eyes glistering with dreams, shared by the gaze we gave each other as we gently, slowly, carefully slid together using our bare hands in the soft, short grass. At this point, we were mere milimeters away from each others noses as she playfully kissed mine and then ran off into the grass, with her dress shining in the full moon light as she ran across the open field. I quickly got up, set my eyes on that wonderful shining dress and chased her down. As soon as I got close enough I held her up against me and hugged her tightly from behind, gently kissing her chee

I stood there, patiently waiting for that wonderful princess I’ve been talking too for so damn long. I’m shaking nervously as she could arrive any moment and I tried to hide it from the people who passed me so I wouldn’t look like an alcohol addict with Parkinson. I knew she has dark brown hair and dark, void-like eyes. I couldn’t wait to see her magnificent face smile in my direction and my heart craved to be close to her’s… Suddenly, I saw her, looking nervously around her. She probably was searching for me, so I couldn’t surprise her like I promised I would. As I smiled in myself, I gently walked

The sun was shining through the cracks of the forest branches on an early morning day, somewhere in the summer.. I woke up with the feeling that I was alone I couldn’t remember what I dreamed but I felt like I had the most amazing and impossible dream I’ve ever had. Although, I suddenly felt a soft stroke on my shoulder, going down to my hand and back up to my neck. I laid there, steady, not knowing who was behind me. I thought that it luckily wasn’t a man as the hand was soft as silk and burning warm on my cold skin. I slowly turned around and I immediately remembered my dream. As I was lonely on a few days before, I was j

As I closed my eyes, I pulled up my blanket and made myself comfortable in my dark, soft bed. I soon noticed that the flashing images of the day were just glimpses of what my weird mind had pictured today. But…. Oddly I keep feeling a warm stroke over my chest when I think about you… It’s like, you’re just so close that I can hold you, roll over and hold you tightly whilst your beautiful dark eyes close and your long, soft hair flowing over my hands like the new summer waves on a calm beach morning. Its surprisingly pleasant as I feel your hand stroke over my warm chest, pushing you down so you can listen to my heart

The feeling of just being simply so far away from you, not being able to see you nor hear you at the times I need it the most just demolish every single tiny bit of happiness I have inside me… You are not mine, although.. You said I’d might have a chance later on.. You keep making me smile, turning my misery into happiness and joy… You’re just the one girl I’d love having in my arms and softly stroke those soft, silky strings of your hair and let my warm, short thumb slide over that adorable, soft and lovely cheek of yours, whilst softly telling you, whispering in your ear as you sleep: “goodnight my wonder