There is a quality of grace in waiting, satisfaction achieved through diligence and patience, wings blooming from cocoon in transformation. Sometimes it is an act of instinct. Sometimes it is a desire, for something later to come. That no matter where it may go- despite the prestige that may be reached, the artistry conceived, the…

A gesture of hand in chivalry, “whenever you’re ready, milady.” He walked to the passenger side of the vehicle and opened her door. Only when it was fitting or natural. They were independent, not always doing things for one another, but when they did it was always appreciated. Sometimes they played with each other, pretending…

She was his model. Posing in all types of fashion and settings. Holding a gown comfortably to irrevocably evoke her naked feminine beauty. Dressing elegantly to pose with the bokeh of the background. Laughing candidly in the setting of a scene. He took a picture of her. He often took pictures of her. Sometimes editing…

Why do people like the capacity to chase? Does it give them a sense of value? If something was caught, would we get bored if it never tries to caught again? Like a game of tag. Tag you’re it. The harder the catch, the greater the sense of accomplishment. But does the hunt truly ever…

She folded up the pamphlet. Dressed in an elegant dress, it was a sexy professional attire, fitting for the occasion. He was in a suit, tailored made with a subtle look, to draw attention more to her. It was the day of her father and mother’s anniversary. Her father gave her mother a gift. It…

He sent her a letter that night in the reflection- a location, date, and time, sealed in an envelope, marking the day they had their first date. He planned every specifics, and prepared for everything that was to happen, everything except how the evening would go. It was a week from now. He did this…

Though she was generally open, sometimes she was shy around him. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know how to act. She was afraid of what he may think. And so they had indicators of vulnerability for each other. An insinuation, a sudden spontaneity. She wore a sleeky scrunchie, sometimes in her hair,…

Her father was always buying gifts for her mother, he always had them ready. Most of the times buying it cause he liked it, but it wasn’t suited for him. A necklace here, an earring there, a ring to stop and stare. Something cute, something neat, something just so sweet. He was always looking for…

It was 10:00pm. She texted him. You up? Maybe I’m bored, come over. There was a laughing emoji. What did you have in mind? A wink. I want to watch a scary movie. Can you stay? Depends on the movie. He threw a rock at her window on the upper level in her backyard. She…

He made a reservation. An oasis in the depths of nature. A surrounding of trees and rain drops by a waterfall. A box of white rose petals. A bouquet of white flowers which he arranged and placed in a glass vase the night before she arrived, a present in leaving. As she woke up and…