I had a thing for her chocolate caramel eyes. I drive drown the road trying not to be distracted by those mesmerising bewitching eyes which stared right into mine.
It still manages to give me the same feeling it gave me 5 years ago when I saw those pair of eyes in a cafe. Surprisingly, I was having a chocolate caramel cake that day. Coincidence? I think not. Maybe we were destined to be with each other.
She caught me staring at her face and I failed miserably to act natural. Those chocolate caramel thing glistened and she let out a giggle. I couldn’t even smile back.
I had a thing for her soft and delicate hands. I handle the steering wheel of my car with one hand and held her hand with the other.
The feel of her skin on mine still manages to spark an electricity as it did 5 years ago. She gave me her number and name in exchange for a Pumpkin Pie Latte. As I pass the drink her fingers brushed mine and I felt a shiver run through my spine.
I was more of a dark coffee man rather than Pumpkin Pie Latte, but that day nothing seemed more intriguing than the taste of Pumpkin Pie Latte as I took a sip from hers.
I had a thing for her blonde locks. They aren’t flowing with the wind as the once used to but they still are as shiny as ever.
Her hair still manages to make me smile as they did 5 years back when she tried tying up her hair in a ponytail. Few loose strands fell on her face and with a smile and I pushed them back trying to take a good look of her face.
Her eyelids lifted up and those chocolate caramel thing made me skip my heartbeat for the 21st time since I saw her that day.
She tried leaving me yesterday, and I feared someone else would soon be loving those caramel brown eyes, soft hands and blonde locks. It was hard to burn her. I would have missed these things way too much. So I took away my prized possessions and then burned her alive.
As I drive down the road her eyeballs lie on my dashboard, I held her hand close to my body and those blonde locks flow down on the seat beside me.
Nida Shaikh (@_wordsandcaffeine_)
That’s the thing about heartbreak,
working on yourself, and getting through the hard times; no one can teach you how, you have to experience it for yourself. No two experiences will be alike. There is no magic combination that fits all. It will be unique to you, and only you. These experiences will become your self knowledge, because believe me you will get to know yourself the most through your hardships. -Stace
Artwork by Esra Roise