That spring, Azura and I became close friends. We walked to college together and shared our cooking and shpping chores. I moved to a bedsitter closer to her flat. Azura became more trusting with me and with her feeling.
During one of our more quiet moments, she showed me the scar in her heart. A scar left behind by lies and betrayals. She built a fotress around her. A fotress she admitted crumbled not due to dynamite but due to kindness and caring. And it was during the dinner on the night of our first lips kiss that she told me, I was the prince with the kindness that has stolen her heart.
I too confessed that my heart was stolen the moment I saw her at the arrival hall at the Heathrow ariport when she first arrived.
Azura is special. So special. She was by no means the prettiest girls I have known and not the type who would a beauty parade. But she was the most beautiful, and the kind of girl who would make any mothers want to have as their daughter in law for their treasured sons.
Azura's beauty was in her demenure, always graceful and composed. Her beauty was in her eyes, sparkling and radiating a special glow from her heart. She won me from the first time I set eyes on her with her beautiful smile. She smiled generously and trustingly - radiating and captivating.
We became more than close friend before spring ended. I remember the moments and will always treasure till the end of time.
We went for an excursion to the birth place of Shakespeare - Stratford-upon-Avon. We cruised the river Avon, and walked the parks along the river banks. We delved into Shakepearean literature - taking turns reading phrases from his many famous creations. We stopped under trees, sat on benches and from holding hands, squeezing fingers - we kissed passionate kisses.
We were breathless and senseless with passion and emotion, tears and smile co-existed.
When our coach arrived back bringing us home, I invited her to spend the night at my place. We showered. She first then me. She looked so beautiful wrapped up in my T Shirt and Pelikat. I asked to help and she allowed me to blow dry her hair. I was in heaven, to see how I transformed her look. With her hair done, but also with every trusting gaze into my eyes she blushed. We kissed, this time long lingering tender kisses. She told me, in whispers that I was a very good kisser. I murmered and kissed her heavier and deeper. I told her, I love the touch of her skin and the soft and warm kisses she was giving me too.
We were more than very good friends. We were lovers, two people in love. We were lovers, two hearts united by caring, understanding, and one wish and one wish only - to make the other happy.
That night, Azura and I officially transcended into manhood and womanhood.
We embraced on my single bed, whispering words of love. None from Shakespeare, but all our own from our hearts.
Tonight, I did not call Azura for I knew she was at her parents with her husband. My tears trickled my cheeks - and a smile spread across my lips. Tears and smile co-existed even in remiscing about you, Azura.
I miss you!
During one of our more quiet moments, she showed me the scar in her heart. A scar left behind by lies and betrayals. She built a fotress around her. A fotress she admitted crumbled not due to dynamite but due to kindness and caring. And it was during the dinner on the night of our first lips kiss that she told me, I was the prince with the kindness that has stolen her heart.
I too confessed that my heart was stolen the moment I saw her at the arrival hall at the Heathrow ariport when she first arrived.
Azura is special. So special. She was by no means the prettiest girls I have known and not the type who would a beauty parade. But she was the most beautiful, and the kind of girl who would make any mothers want to have as their daughter in law for their treasured sons.
Azura's beauty was in her demenure, always graceful and composed. Her beauty was in her eyes, sparkling and radiating a special glow from her heart. She won me from the first time I set eyes on her with her beautiful smile. She smiled generously and trustingly - radiating and captivating.
We became more than close friend before spring ended. I remember the moments and will always treasure till the end of time.
We went for an excursion to the birth place of Shakespeare - Stratford-upon-Avon. We cruised the river Avon, and walked the parks along the river banks. We delved into Shakepearean literature - taking turns reading phrases from his many famous creations. We stopped under trees, sat on benches and from holding hands, squeezing fingers - we kissed passionate kisses.
We were breathless and senseless with passion and emotion, tears and smile co-existed.
When our coach arrived back bringing us home, I invited her to spend the night at my place. We showered. She first then me. She looked so beautiful wrapped up in my T Shirt and Pelikat. I asked to help and she allowed me to blow dry her hair. I was in heaven, to see how I transformed her look. With her hair done, but also with every trusting gaze into my eyes she blushed. We kissed, this time long lingering tender kisses. She told me, in whispers that I was a very good kisser. I murmered and kissed her heavier and deeper. I told her, I love the touch of her skin and the soft and warm kisses she was giving me too.
We were more than very good friends. We were lovers, two people in love. We were lovers, two hearts united by caring, understanding, and one wish and one wish only - to make the other happy.
That night, Azura and I officially transcended into manhood and womanhood.
We embraced on my single bed, whispering words of love. None from Shakespeare, but all our own from our hearts.
Tonight, I did not call Azura for I knew she was at her parents with her husband. My tears trickled my cheeks - and a smile spread across my lips. Tears and smile co-existed even in remiscing about you, Azura.
I miss you!
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