“And ultimately, he’s going to find out. How you chew, how you sip, how you dance, how you smell at every point in the day. The fact that most of your friends are shallow. That you hate sitting in an aisle seat. How you don’t really like chocolate, how you get hyper when you travel, how certain games or shows make you really happy. How cranky you get when you’re tired, how you think you look bad in all of your pictures. He’s going to know everything about you. And you know what? He’s still going to love you.”—(via twentythreeee)
like a text message or someone’s status. everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. or found out something you were better off not knowing. it’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. but you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. it’s horrible how one little thing can ruin your whole day.
The park was empty, except for a lost rabbit or two. At this hour, who in the right mind would visit a park? The sun barely rising, darkness still looming over the slopes of sleeping London.
I would. I thought to myself.
I’ve always loved going to this patch of greenery. Actually I love going to anything that resembled a park, where I could walk among the trees, hide behind the bushes, sit and cry by the pond, share a passionate kiss with the man I loved on that secluded bench…
I stepped out of that miserable portion of my mind with a sigh.
It’s almost time. I kicked my boots across the gravel, as if to make a point that I should move. The leaves rustled as the wind tickled them, and I shivered. He’s coming. I could almost see a soft glow at the end of the pathway. Or maybe it’s just a mirage.
Solitude has been my best friend ever since I knew magic existed, and so far it has done nothing to hurt me.
It hasn’t done anything to make you happy. Or probably help you recover from this numb state of yours, a tiny voice niggled at the back of my mind.
With a fierce shrug, I walked on the path that was both familiar and unknown to me. The shadows of the trees hugging my fragile body as I walked, the stones rolling with my feet, accompanying me to my destination. The park was alive. The wind whispered both love and heartache, the English wind nipping my nose, causing me to fight of a sneeze. I failed.
And I saw it. The small opening of the meadow at the edge peeked at me, urging me to go further.
I took a step forward. And another. The meadow spread out in front of me, endless and eternal. The black pond to my side, the soft glow of the lamppost helping me find what I was looking for.
Or who I was looking for.
I sat underneath the apple tree, picking at my skirt. As usual, the soft dripping and pouring of the water lulled me to a state of ecstasy. I closed my eyes. I knew it was wrong, it always was. It never helped me. But nothing has, and this was as close as I could get.
And against the dark room beneath my eyelids, he shone like an angel, minus the wings. He still looked the same, so fresh, so alive.
I never thought we’d ever have a last kiss. I yelped as the pain shot from my heart to my throat.
I tried to move, to hold him. He was so close. But I was frozen, in a specific space in time. I couldn’t move either way. He looked at me, pleading. The picture of a man I used to know. A man I would have spent my whole life knowing.
And I never had the chance to.
He went to me, distorted probably with emotional distress, his face twisted in pain.
I can’t stay any longer, he whispered ever so slightly. Holding my hand, cupping my cheek. It’s time you let me go. I went limp. I closed my eyes beneath my eyelids.
I awoke, startled to see the sun spilling its rays around the once dark patch of grass. He was gone again.
I felt something soft and delicate in my hand.
A feather. Bigger than normal, whiter than snow. Like from and angel’s wing , I nodded.
I stood up, clutching the feather close to my heart, my knees weakening to its tender touch.
Vivica A. Fox:Would you change your religious beliefs to marry the person you love? Why or why not?
Shamcey Supsup:If I would have to change my religious beliefs, I would not marry the person that I love. Because the first person that I love is God, who created me. I have my faith and my principles, and this is what makes me who I am. If the person loves me, he'll love my God too.