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It started as an idle chat, a mere exchanging of jokes with the occasional glance. You welcomed me over one day to converse in a slightly more intimate way, discussing with me actual events. So, I enjoyed your company and slowly sought more. . . Chat after chat, day after day turned into a conversation of our hearts; each word revealed something about the other.
She directed her focus upward, preferring to ignore what was below. Twinkling in the expanse above, millions of luminous lanterns flickered, offering her thoughts a safe harbor to dock. She often pondered existence; the sheer evanescence of life never ceased to baffle her. We live, we eat, and we die. Eighty years is a split-second compared to the longevity of the soil she stands upon. Much to her astonish, she caught glimpse of a swan soaring across a tranquil lake on the horizon. Its ivory wings reflected the moon’s light, casting an angelic glow on the placid waters beneath it.
"I wonder. . .why is it flying?"
He shaded his emotions from the world, placing sunglasses over his soul. No light could enter or escape, casting shadows across his existence.
The pastry looked enticing to her. . .with its frothy icing spilling over the edges of the fine cut dough. I'll try a little, she decided. Hardly anyone will notice. She leaned forward ever so carefully until the sweet frosting graced her tongue. Her taste buds, elated, pleaded for just one more careful lick.
The incessant chatter of Janice only caused Julie to become irate.
"Only 2 more hours of this," Julie murmured under her breath. "Maybe she'll fall asleep soon or grow tired of talking."
Suddenly, the dinky wagon struck a pot hole, adding to the prattle an irritable rattle.
She glanced at the blood-red apple lying in the palm of her hand. Sinking her teeth into its bitter flesh, burning thoughts consumed her judgment. How easy it is devour this apple, yet not the will of her enemies. Bitten by resentment, she tossed the half eaten core to the ground, leaving it to rot.
I was running through my driveway during that summer shower- my tiny yellow rain boots plopping through the puddles. Only a single thought crossed mind that day: Don't let the rain stop!
"Haha let me go!" I laugh as we wrestle on the floor. He pins me down in the gentlest of ways, a sweet smile crosses his lips. I hear him whisper as his lips touch mine, "Oh yeah? Make me."
Heartache...such a depressingly dull topic I would rather not delve into. Because what is the point to mull over heartache when I could be speaking of Heartmake- the things that make love exist in the first place?
The branches brush against my window on a stormy night...but not in the scary sense most imagine. It is in a gentle, soothing way as if to say "I am here".
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