ektaati
i was sitting in the cafe. like the hipsters normally do. just sipping my coffee and thinking about how things could have gone differently in my life. if i had stayed. if you had come looking for me. if i hadn't let it all go away
a severe illness. that's what the doctor told me when i asked what my mom had. i was too young, of course, to understand what he would mean if he said "cancer" or "lukemia." i was too young to understand that she would soon die. when her time did come, i was in shock. my understanding of the term "severe" was much different from the doctor's. her stay in the hospital could have been because of a severe booboo for all i knew. so why did i lose her?
i had to make a quick move before my books quickly became obsolete. but what should it be? people always say that "sex sells," right? wrong...how could i compromise my hard-earned novels for a bit of smut? what about a murder?...still no. but i had to find something-some new plot twist-and soon. before i was off of the best-seller list for good...before my writing became obsolete
i brought it to school. my bookshelf.
but that didn't stop my roommate from putting her alarm clock on it. didn't stop her from standing on it to change the heat in our room.
our room.
my bookshelf.
you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow. you don't need to make plans for tomorrow, but live for today. trust me, i know from personal experience. i was a planner, like you, but now, i know that life happens, not always according to plan
he wasn't even in my galaxy. i knew that from day one. but that didn't stop me from wanting him, from wanting him to want me. somehow, knowing that i didn't stand a chance with him made him all the more beautiful.
he was a man with a mission-with a purpose. people moved out of his way as he passed in the street. you could tell that he was going somewhere important, but no one stopped to wonder where that was or what was on his agenda. it was new york city, after all. who was i to mention that nobody cared about his neighbor, when i didn't care about mine? even when my neighbor clearly had a purpose
she was the boss of the household. she controlled the finances, kept the home running smoothly, and even made sure that the kids had their lunches in the morning. so how did he still have the power to make her feel like dirt? she was the one in charge, right?
so why did she look to him as an executive?
i don't usually cheat on things like this. i can never live with the thought of taking someone else's hard earned work. but tonight is different. there was no way that i could have done that homework last night, while everything was falling apart. so yeah, it was wrong. however, i'm willing to bet that if your mom decided to become a lesbian and walk out on your family and the life that you've built, you sure as hell wouldn't be thinking about precalculous. there's no way that you could concentrate on school when your life came crashing down
how was it that, even though he was so sure of his love and adoration, he still had no idea how to approach his best friend?
he never knew the right thing to say. oh, he was mr. "do-it-all," but he could never figure out how to express his feelings in words. it never seemed to work in his favor. this time, though, there was no room for his usual, awkward errors. he had to make his feelings perfectly clear. he just needed to find the right approach...
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