Was it love?
It was not love...it was something else, but if we are to believe what people said, I sinned by offering you water that could have never satiated your thirst. It was not love, it was not that which churns in ones blood like a burning fire... it was more like something that's been always there that we find by chance... and lose again but it stays there somehow... somewhere, like an almost imperceptible pain... and that afternoon when you came to me and gave me that red balloon I closed my eyes... Sign in to see full entry.