” Wistful longing glances from afar only strengthening the certainty of the unconfessed attraction, 

The regret of ‘ what if we had’ floating  as the loudest unsaid poem;

In a different life, under different rules, a melancholy of soft skin and stern words, a cocktail of feverish delirium and euphoria;  

They could have glanced into each other’s eyes , 

He knew, for aeons and aeons. “

About V

Tried building a sky scrapper. Now Re-building it again with worn out tools.
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