That night, when I felt a little less lonely…

If only I had a time machine, I would have stopped the clock that night.

That one night the memories of which still do not let me sleep.

That night the flashes of which still make me hallucinate during the day.

That one night which changed everything for us and everything between us.

That night when I found myself the happiest even though for those few moments.

That night when I could relive the feeling of being caressed.

That night when I couldn’t feel the difference between your breath and mine.

That night when you lifted me up in your arms even though for a little while.

That night when my heart literally felt as light as a feather that could easily fly.

That night when my mind once again dared to dream about touching the sky.

That night when your lips tasted sweeter than the nutella waffles I had ordered for the both of us.

That night when I could easily get past the breathlessness I felt each time your tongue went on exploration that made me blush.

That night when your resistance lost to mine in a challenge of sorts wherein the subtle moans somehow managed to find a way out of my mouth.

That night when those big, beautiful eyes of yours appeared more mysterious than the stars you always talked about.

That night when resting my head on your shoulders made me realize what is the most beautiful feeling in the world.

That night when the passion of our youth gave both of us an unforgettable adrenaline rush.

That night when my hand gestures made you sigh: “I will get carried away..”

That night when deep down inside, I was hoping for you to “stay that way”.

That night when I shared the darkest secrets of my life with you – the ones I always thought will go with me to my grave.

That night when doing those childish stuff with you, I felt what it is like to be a kiddo again.

That night when the warmth of love was the only thing floating beneath the white sheets we were wrapped in.

That night when I thought to myself: “There’s someone out there who is equally good at French-kissing.”

That night when you fell asleep with that calm look on your face.

That night when the only thing I hoped for was to not let that peace from your life ever go away.

That night when after so many years, I felt a little less lonely.

That night when I wished I had met you early.

That night which will always remind me of the girl I thought I could never be.

That night the moments from which will always be my most cherished memory.


Author: K. Dhingra

I am a journalist and writer. Introvert by nature; extrovert in adventures. Fond of playing with words and framing them into meaningful excerpts. A nature fanatic and a believer in feminism. The inexplicable power of prayers and faith, is what gets me going. I live, to witness my "miracle in life." HOPE is my favorite word in all the dictionaries available under the sun! would love to touch as many lives through my writings, as i can, in this short-run. To all the visitors- Thanks for sparing time, and going through my profile. keep smiling. spread more love.. © KRITI DHINGRA and SLICE OF LIFE, 2017. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to KRITI DHINGRA and SLICE OF LIFE 2017 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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