snapshots of innocence

*click click*

a fren coming to the house of the prince at this hour, the madame queried with a twinkle of the eye. a twinkle i don't often see, but recognise.

no, she's my very good friend from varsity. not what you are thinking. a concern friend whom every mother will like. personality. natural. true enough, she brought smiles to the madame.

it was a nice and comfortable chat. a conversation i so much missed and rarely find an opportunity to do. initial ackwardness immediately changed as friendship and comfort triumphed. no 3. the privilege i told her. to lie on the holy grail. my holy grail.

no 1 was the pure sarrachine sweetness. no 2 had moved to far across the pacific. she reminded me of the past. the conversations. the innocence. the sweetness. and no 1 has it all.

time flew and fatigue creeped in slowly. new tar does not mask the fonder memories. it was at this very precise area that where the magic began. the things that all birds do. love birds. she ain't heavy. even if she is. i won't say. not because it may hurt. but rather because it would not matter much to me anyway.

thank you brother. you came. and left me with smiles. smiles knowing that i had left my memories behind. and will smile when i look back. fondly. but to look forward again.

snapshots of innocence