There was a point in my life where I thought I was over someone, and that I was over the bitterness that came over it. Then I questioned the current relationship I was having -- that if it's as beautiful as we think t is, how come we can't tell others about it?

I was having a coffee break in the middle of work. I then went out of a building, crossed the street and went into this bright house with lots of beautiful flowers and plants. Puppy was inside, welcoming me, and we kissed -- just as we as former lovers did.

Breaking the kiss, I jogged out the door and towards the nearest hotel, where I was to meet with a Friend. To my horror, there were a lot of people I know surrounding the hotel -- chatting around their parked cars. As I passed that path, they greeted me and tried drawing me into chatting, much to my fear. I knew my Friend was already waiting inside the hotel but I couldn't even meet up with him, not with the guarding eyes of the people we both knew.

I wandered aimlessly in the lobby, in the corridors, cautious of the eyes watching me, and the torture of having to pretend my Friend and I don't even know each other, despite what we share...

Labels: hiding, kiss, xx