There’s something about it. I remember the first time I tried frozen yogurt at a self-serve shop. I was so excited because I could finally dispense my own yogurt, as if I was answering someone’s order for original yogurt and serving it to them after. Those ice cream machines are just amazing. I think everyone should have the privilege to dispense their own ice cream/yogurt at least one time in their lives. It’s one of the best feelings in the world to do it, so why not?
This cold, cold night
Dark and silent
Nothing bright
Just dark and silent.
Warm under the covers they laid
Hand in the other
Peace
Icy extremities
Something arose
It was love that was made.
Now alone.
The phone,
Silent.
Now alone.
The room,
Cold and quiet.
Warm under the covers she laid
Seeking his warmth
No longer was there
No longer was his heart.
Warm under the covers he laid
Hand on the dial
Forcing her to wait while
He chose his fate.
Silent now,
Phones still.
Just warm under the covers
This cold, cold night.
It’s as though I’ve known him for a long time. It’s quite weird. He seems so familiar, yet he isn’t. I don’t know why. It just is.
All of today, well, mostly while at the beach, I couldn’t stop thinking of, Oscar. Maybe that’s why he seems familiar when he’s not. He reminds me of him. I kept thinking of the day at the beach with him last year, when everything became right. That was it; it was all I could really think about. I guess, I just miss him. My brain tells me to do certain things so it can experience the sensation of love it’s been lacking for almost two weeks now.
I simply miss him.
It’s been quite a while since we’ve talked last and yet today, you call me in the middle of a date and stupid me, I answer the phone. You. You interrupted my date to ask me if I can take you over 400 miles from home just so you can hangout with some people. No. You don’t want to go to hang out with me. No. You don’t want to go to Vegas with me to have fun with me, instead, it’s to get away from everything, huh? Isn’t that right? You didn’t take that offer up to hangout with me, instead, it’s to get away from all of your problems at home, isn’t it? Well, you know what? You can stay home. You need to deal with those problems and find a solution to them before you move on to something else, something less important. And so, today, you called me, again, even though I said “sorry, my parent’s said no” the first time because you thought you could hitch a ride there. Used. That’s all it is.
His voice, his voice. Where is it? Where has it gone? Nowhere. It is still there, hidden within him. But wait?! Where is he whose voice it is? He is there, sleeping, light still on, tired and meek. He is sleeping. If only I had his voice tonight. If only.
What do you do when someone leaves..forever? Do you mourn them? Do you miss them? Do you call them? Do you write to them? Do you write about them? Do you try to get them back? Do you show anger towards them? Do you get mad at yourself? Do you celebrate? Do you reminisce? Do you get over them?
There are millions of people living on planet Earth and each one of them has a purpose in life. We meet new people, start new relationships, and get to know them. But sometimes, things happen, friendships are broken, relationships are diminished, and people break down. Truth is, everyone that you meet will affect you and sometimes, you never get over them because they are and will always be apart of your life. Sometimes, you just never get over them.
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1 year ago
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Here I am, take it or leave it. You can’t change me. This is me. My eyes, they’re not typical? Oh well. This is me. My torso? Yeah, I know, I could lose a few pounds. My breasts? So what? They’re a bit bigger than normal, but hey, this is me. My feet, my hands, my arms, my thighs, my nose, my lips, my smile. Are they different to you? Are they not what you like?! What?! Are they not what you see in magazines or T.V. or the internet? Well, plain truth is, they’re probably not. Get over it. I’m not changing. I may not be perfect in your eyes, but I am in his. I am. This is me. I am me.
Sometimes, like tonight, I don’t want to let you go, I don’t want to say goodnight even though I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. I just don’t. I don’t know what it is or why it happens, but I just want to stay on the phone with you (and hold on to you) as long as I possibly can. But here, I am writing about it instead of telling you when I had the chance becuase I care for you. I want you to get as much sleep as possible, even though I dislike hanging up. I want to show my respect toward you.
You’re sleeping now. I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for staying up with me. Goodnight. Till then…
This day was anew. I was refreshed from the night’s sleep. The wind was still and the moon in its favorite spot in the clear sky, despite the changing seasons. Summer had finally left California, taking only the good memories with it and leaving the painful ones with me.
Her death still haunted me. Every night, I made an attempt to wish upon a star, wishing she was still here, wishing I could call her for the first time since I moved up to San Francisco. This of course was impossible.
My heart was racing. This thing that most people called love was what we had; except it was more than that, it deserved to be called more than that. Mitch and I called it desire, a longing for the other. We were inseparable since then, the bond always strong.
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1 year ago
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When they let everything else affect them. This is your life. These are you decisions. And these decisions shape you, not them.
1 year ago 5 notes
She stops herself, restrains her finger from pressing enter. Another minute of two. Maybe he’s helping out. Or maybe he’s taking a shower or in the bathroom (not sleeping). No. She doesn’t want that. She wants to hear his soft soothing voice lull her to sleep. She wants him. But here, she lies, still pondering. He’s asleep.
