A Story That Is More Of Wishful Thinking

Author's note: I suppose everyone has at some point fantasised a platonic love story with themselves in the lead. Naturally, these fantasies originate in the early years of adulthood and can be often far from the way things work in reality. I had started writing this story when I was sixteen and have continued to … Continue reading A Story That Is More Of Wishful Thinking


To Her

‚ÄčI don't want to be  Drawn to your physical charms. Young that I am, My faculties overpowered By my emergent primal instincts That draw me to see you, value you only For your eyes, sparkling and enchanting; Your radiant face, with its taut cheeks, Your hair, soft and black as the night. Your smile and … Continue reading To Her