love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Delivering Flowers
I check my watch again. It's 4 o'clock. The bus is late. My arms are beginning to grow heavy with the weight of my umbrella and the bouquet of sunflowers. Sunflowers used to be his favorite. I begin to tap my foot with anticipation. The click clack of my heel joining the sound of raindrops on cement. I check my watch again. It is now 4:01. If the bus doesn't get here soon then I won't get back in time for dinner. It's the same thing every month. Wake up, try not to sit and stare at the clock, get dressed, grab the flowers, ride the bus, deliver the flowers, try to say something, fail, ride the bus home, cry, and eat your dinner alone. I've done this on the first Saturday of every month for almost a year now. I squint towards the end of the street, thinking that if I look hard enough, the bus will magically appear. I roll my eyes and move my gaze to my feet. My sensible black heels speckled with glossy rain drops. Maybe this was a sign. A sign that I shouldn't visit him today. Everyone tells me I should move on. "He's not coming back," they say. Sometimes it's, "He would want you to move on with your life." My therapist agrees. She says that a part of the healing process is moving on, yet I still visit his lifeless body in his white-washed tomb on the first Saturday of every month. Now, my tears begin to join the raindrops on cement.
By Kassie Henry8 years ago in Humans
Snowflakes
She stood by the frosty window. A small smile turning up the corner of her lips. A warm mug of coffee clasped to her heart. The wonderful warmth and rich aroma starkly contrasting the cold blue light of the morning sun that filtered through the clouds, that backlight a beautiful dance of snowflakes. The April blizzard had been dragging on for a week. On this peaceful morning she wasn’t sick of the snow she was fascinated by it.
By Marissa shook8 years ago in Humans
Broken
Christine was cheating on me. He was a coworker she had only known for three months, but she wanted to try new things. She wanted to see where things went with him. She liked him. She had been talking and flirting with him for the past few weeks. She wanted a break with me.
By Megan Ortega8 years ago in Humans
True Love?
I recently made a shocking discovery. I had been doing so much soul searching and I've taken so much time for self-discovery that I realized I had been suppressing some deep-rooted feelings. I had been making all kinds of excuses as to why something couldn’t happen instead of giving myself a chance to just LET IT HAPPEN.
By Karina Nistal8 years ago in Humans
My Name Is Jack Raydor!!!!!
I KNOW JACK! I am familiar with Jack because I WAS Jack Raydor (from the TV crime show Major Crimes)…in high school. I never drank or smoked. I still don't. But I took a relationship for granted. She found another guy. I tried to win her back, but it was to no avail. We never saw each other again. Coincidently, there was another lady who entered my life. It was like God was saying, "Maurice, here is someone that you should meet and marry." I stupidly ignored that message. She DID have an effect on me.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Humans
Art
"If I had to compare you to one thing in this world, I'd compare you to art." You are incomparable to any person I have ever met. You are strong; bold like the vibrant colours delicately spread across a blank page. You are wise, yet humorous. Your roots are so grounded yet you stretch out so far that you have no bounds. You are beautiful, indescribable, and immaculate. The way you make me feel when I look at you is what I truly believe love is; an overwhelming, burning radiance of adoration.
By Alicia Rodgers8 years ago in Humans
How Long They Choose To Love You Will Never Be Your Decision. Top Story - March 2018.
Makes sense right? That no matter how much you try, you can never choose how long someone will love you. You can't make someone love you for a specific amount of time. You can't make them feel the same way for years on end. You just don't have the power to do that.
By Olivia Grace8 years ago in Humans












