Whispers of Time #shortstory #shortstories #love #poetry
As I've grown older, I've realized how swiftly time slips through our fingers. It's been years since I last saw Jeffrey, the boy I once called Mr. Handsome. Our paths crossed unexpectedly one sunny afternoon while I was out for a jog, the air thick with the scent of blooming jasmine.
Seeing him again felt like a spark igniting a long-dormant flame. Memories flooded back his laughter, his eyes dancing when he spoke, and that electrifying kiss we shared when I was 19. I remember how it left me breathless, as if the world had paused just for us, the warmth of his lips lingering like a secret promise.
Now, as I stood before him, time seemed to blur. He looked more handsome than ever, with the confident grace of a man who had grown into his charm. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, every shared glance igniting a flicker of the past. I caught myself wondering if he felt it, too, that magnetic pull drawing us closer.
With each laugh, each shared memory, the distance of years melted away. As the sun began to set, it cast a warm glow across the sky, as if nature had prepared the perfect setting for our reunion. I felt an urge to bridge the gap of time and space, to lean in just a little closer, to relive that sweet, stolen moment from our youth.
As the light faded, I wished for another kiss to erase the years and wrap us in the warmth of possibility once more. At that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of twilight, I realized that some connections never fade; they await the right moment to be reignited.
Comments