Picture yourself. Face to face with stunning perfection. Call it destiny, maybe chance. Standing before something so endearing, so breathtaking. He is everything your dreams were too limited to imagine. You whisper the word beautiful. He is something youve never hoped or strived for. But there he is and you take him in. And with a twirl of fate, what is abnormal becomes a far cry from the unusual.
He takes one look at you and everything collides. He says nothing but its all youve ever wanted to hear. Pure silence. And you love it. Because you know his eyes say more than what his lips offer. They tell you hes yours and
While eating ramen noodles... by boomcheekiahhh, literature
Literature
While eating ramen noodles...
I swirl my fork and take the first bite
Warm and bland
Why do I bother eating this?
And then it hits me
I'm reminded of the time we didn't have enough money to go out so we had ramen for dinner.
I take another bite and memories come in the form of noodles
Swirls and swirls of noodles
To be honest, I miss him.
I place my nose closer to the warmness of my ramen
A memory of him forms in scent
I swallow the last bite
Swallow all the good memories
I'm a miserable, miserable person.