My E-notes!

Poem for 28th of this month. Happiest (.......) years, It would have been, If we were still together, Like the way we have been, Exchanging lots of wild love, Via every medium possible. People would have cried with the admiration, And obviously some with jealousy, “How sweet!” they would have said,  Envying our growing love. Maybe my fingers wouldn’t be empty now, But with your proposal ring, And I would have felt that feelings of completeness, When you drew me closer to your embraces. “You are amazing.” I would have whispered in your ears, When you lie down for my comforts,  I would have embraced your beautiful fingers ,  Like i always dr eam of doing it. Probably, we must have dated a thousand times and kissed a million times, Under the moon and under the sun, And probably for hundred times, I would have reminded to cut your hairs, For short hair boys are my type. One more, my cupboard must have filled ...

“It’s okay.” She forced to sound cheerful, as if nothing is heard. “A happy life ahead.” She said back diplomatically when her heart was actually breaking into thousands of pieces, inside. She pressed off the receiver. And took the deepest sigh to gulp back the tears that came welling up from her throat, making difficult even to breath. “No. I shouldn’t be crying.” She raise her head facing the ceiling above, not to let the tears roll down from that big eyes crossing her round chubby face. “I will just go and take a walk outside.” She said to herself, still trying to stay strong. Outside, it was cold with little drizzling. Sky was gray and the air thick. The weather wasn't really favorable for a walk. However, she didn’t mind the weather. All she wanted was to forget what she have just heard from him; from the man she loved like never before. She plugged in the earphone, played on the song that came the first. It was "We the kings" by Elena Coats. It sang ...