The Devil's in the Details

Summer's long gone even if it doesn't feel like it. My perception of time is strangely distorted. The days seem never ending, but at the same time they slip by so fast. Sleep is the only thing that's still constant and I find myself dreaming most of the time. 

© Tanya Decheva, August 2020

The blue waters of my summer melancholy are slowly fading. The story begins like this...I fell in love sometime last year in the cold winds of autumn. The sky was grey as steel, that wool scarf I like so much covering half of my face, hiding smiles. We've never had these hours of talking and talking, we understood each other with our eyes. It's those looks that drove me mad and they still do. They're so warm and playful at the same time. Sometimes he would stand so close to me I could hear his breathing, maybe if I listened closely I would hear his heartbeat too. And all these accidental light touches that seemed like forever. 

© Tanya Decheva, August 2020

I kept quiet, didn't tell him, I still haven't got the courage. Silent love is beautiful in it's own way, but kind of painful also. That summer was the turning point. It felt like drowning...or maybe falling without reaching the ground. Everything between us is still the same except the knowledge that he's taken and I'm just something undefined in his life. And so autumn comes once again. Grey skies are back, cold wind blows and my mind needs a rest so bad. So it happens the most beautiful stories are the ones that never happened.

© Tanya Decheva, August 2020