He loves me, he loves me, he loves me not …

This time I had a plan. I wasn’t going to get lost in the movie scene he funded, or swoon and stay frozen in that long awaiting embrace. I couldn’t forget my broken tears because his arms were so strong around my waist. Instead in those seconds of silence, the calm of his light eyes, I would look up, move in,
and ask him –

“We’re you with anyone in Paris?”

His silence, chuckle, then obvious frown, will be my final slaughter. Funny how despite knowing my plan would need weeks or months to get to, I already tasted his answer and continued to chase his poison.

Miss Mess



About iheartmess

A Middle Eastern Londoner 20-something living the 'western' life in between London and home.
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