What’s this feeling, killing me from the inside? Will you ever blink twice at me, or it’s gonna make us divide? I still reside in the memories of the days and nights we spent. It seems like you’ve ceased it, and limited it to an extent.
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I was born by myself but carry the spirit and blood of my father, mother and my ancestors. So I am really never alone. My identity is through that line…..
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We avoid talking about the aftermath of the last death, just as we avoid looking directly into the eye of the sun, but we feel it in deep depths as we feel its warmth, in fact of the matter that it lurks behind us behind days…..
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It is these happy moments of sparks that mean a lot enough to make us step up for ourselves and tell ourselves something that we already know, i.e our happiness should never depend on someone else’s presence, that our world should not shatter once we loose something we didn’t expect to.
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He started to laugh. All that happened—started from her showing up at his door, seeing her wearing his clothes, and asking a kiss from him—it brought him all the contrasting emotions of what he went through these last few weeks that he started to wonder if it was a dream.
read more >After putting away her bag at the back seat, he slid into the driver seat, putting on seat belt. Then there was silence as he turned up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.
read more >So he drove her to his place. For the third time, she was there. Again, he took out the ice cream and the cookies. Again, the look on her face as she took her first spoon of the frozen treat warmed his heart.
read more >That girl, who trusted him enough to drive her to his place, after what once happened between them. The girl that even in her attempt to shake off her “good girl” image, could never really stop being so good. This girl…
read more >Reading up articles, relating with colleagues, entertaining acquaintances. And after hours, at last she let her eyes rest from staring at the computer screen. Plopping down in bed, she let out a long sigh. Few minutes passed, and she realized she had been staring blankly at the ceiling.
read more >It was almost suffocating; his grip on her, the way he locked his lips on hers and robbed her breath. Was it really the heat of the moment, of was the desperation she sensed from him real?
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