her side...

She was sitting on her desk, caressing her Canon EF 50mm lens in her hands, and thinking of him…
It’s been a while since she last thought of him, what made her remember him now?
Was it because of the pictures she had found in an unnamed folder on her old pc?
Was it because of the new poem he had posted on his blog and that wasn’t addressed to her?
Was it because she knew they had a friend in common?
But then again, she had deliberately turned on her old pc to find this folder…
She had intentionally visited his blog to read his latest poems…
And she had purposely led the conversation with that friend to know if he was a common friend or not…
She went back to the time they spent together…
She remembered their romantic nights and how warm it felt when she slept in his arms…
She remembered their mornings and how he used to drink his cup of tea, although he hated it, just because she felt awkward having her tea alone…
She remembered how he used to gently kiss her on the nose then hug her for minutes before letting go…
She remembered how ticklish his beard felt on her neck…
And at that moment, she smiled…
At that moment, she realized that, though she got used to not thinking of him all the time, she still smiles whenever she does…
At that moment, she realized that she actually misses him…
At that moment, she realized that she was wrong…
She did love him after all…









At that moment, she felt stupid…