Secret Rendezvous

Cliché was reality because tension hung in air like a knife. Breath hard to come by, and hoped by breathing hard now, my breathing wasn’t bringing me closer to the end of my life! Should have never came here; part of me knew this was a bad idea to idealize. But the reward was worth the danger was what the mind rationalized. Well, I was here now, and now there was no turning back nor anything else I could do. I sat across from her excitedly while praying that my girl doesn’t find out about my secret rendezvous!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive