simonee
the white lace dress wasn't just a mere remnant of the wedding. it was the memories that never happened. it was the kisses never received. it was the counterpart to the tuxedo that her fiancé never wore. it stood for love and loss.
new york: bright lights, big city. it was her 3rd time traveling there. going on an airplane was a decadence in itself. she hadn't seen the skyline since february of 2011, when the air was brisk and the concrete sidewalks were shrouded in yellow snow.
The message had been stuffed inside a glass bottle 50 years ago by my grandmother. She had thrown it into the ocean in hope that it would get sent to my grandfather. He never received it. With my family's luck, it probably isn't even afloat anymore. It's probably submerged deep down in the middle of the Pacific ocean.
Everything was wrapped up in everything else. It was as if you could not do one thing without it effecting another. It was those kinds of complexities in life that kept me from getting out of bed in the morning.
"Strawberry delight". This was her favorite dessert. It wasn't on the menu very often, but when it was...oh boy. Everyone who resided in the convalescent home seemed to be in brighter spirits.
his eyes looked wistful as he played the music written before him. the notes were composed on manuscript paper hundreds of years ago, but when he played the music himself, he felt nostalgic for a time that he couldn't remember for sure if it had happened or not.
That song conjured up melancholy memories. Memories of two people, both in love, seeing each other for the first time in a long time at the bus station. How could I be so attached to a fictional character?
She stalled at the street corner. Why was she even there? She could be in her bed watching TV but instead she was walking to meet up with her friends. She stalled at the thought of a friend.
She was fatigued from everything. But it was really nothing. She had nothing. She had no food, no home, no love, no future. Those things manifested themselves into her thoughts, so to her they felt like everything. She was tired from not having everything. She had nothing.
She was a strong-willed girl, although she never could resist those brownies. Or those cookies. Or any food for that matter. If it was in front of her, she would eat it.
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