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It was a hot and grey spring day around seven. Exactly as now, while I’m writing this. I had just returned from a meeting of friends in which was she, the girl I liked. She was two years older than me, and despite she likes me too, she thought that our age difference was not convenient. So that afternoon I came back to my house and walked through straight to the back garden. I stayed standing there, staring at the sky. Suddenly started drizzling, and tiny drops began falling over my face. I remember quite well what I thought at that moment: what an awful sadness. I felt it that way, like if it was the most absolutely perfect sadness that could ever exist on earth. I was an ignorant, of course. And then I came up with two lines about that feeling, in a poetic way, and I felt a little better immediately, as if I had just found beauty in that pain, and consolation in this psychological alchemy.

To be continued…

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  • Oh, thanks a lot, O.M.!!! I’m, indeed, a writer. But just in Spanish at the moment. You will probably find it out in the next little chapter of my “speaking about nothing just to improve my English" new segment, hehehe! Hope to see you!

  • Hahaha! Hey, Not a Clue, you certainly made me laugh a lot. What is that? Why do you think I’m really in love with myself?

    I didn’t read that story, but I will in a few days. Right now I’m studying for my mid-term exams.

    Please, don’t forget my answer, OK? Hope to see you around here!

  • Thank you very much, Ella! :) 

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