Tag: love

Over a long period of time I slowly, and much later than the others, realized that the world is not a perfect place and that life is full of suffering. Ever since Ive been walking lighter and talking quieter.

The spellbinding and heart-wrenching tale of Romeo and Juliet can be summed up in a mere few words; they came, they shagged, they died. In this, they were like every other human couple who joined biological forces, except that the title pair were in such a toxic rush.

He thought of all the possible reasons to stay: the sex, her ability to just quietly listen when he had to pour out his heart, her timeless smile, her soft, pliant body, the sex, the way she was always there for him, the sex…

“Look, we’ve had some fun times, and you’re great and everything, but I’ve met someone real,” he said to the blow-up doll.

you fucking lie through your teeth like you were being sentenced to death. i asked for the truth, and all you did was throw a flashbang in front of me and run.

Black, brown, with steamed milk or without, or maybe an espresso or a frappuccino (what’s the difference between that and cappuccino anyway?) – I’m taking my time weighing options to find the best, the perfect choice, and although I know it’s just house policy, the smile she gives me is the sweetest smile, the very definition of beauty: patiently soothing my insecurity, assuring me that my choice, if and when it comes, will be appreciated, while I’m determined to make the most of this moment, aware that her smile distracts and delays me even more. Amanda was right, I really needed to get out more.

After three days without eating and three nights without sleeping I realised that she had stolen my heart.
An hour later I noticed the bitch had taken my watch too.

Sometimes one sentence is enough to express your feelings.
Not now.

“No one understands our love,” the dragon sighed.

“Interspecies relationships will take time to be accepted,” the princess said, “But at least he had nice stuff to add to our hoard.”

She made love to me with her eyes, her glance running over my body, her hands trembling to get close enough to touch, our worlds separated by an impossible expanse – our bodies so close, with nothing but three inches of bullet-proof glass to keep us apart.

She asked me if there was any word on when I might get out, if there was any chance for an early parole hearing, but there was no reason to give her any hope that my situation would change; her husband was still dead, and his brother was still the mayor.

The pain and worry, the sleepless nights, the times you didn’t want me near, are all worthwhile when I hear those words whispered in my ear. “I love you, Mom, and I hope you know I’m who I am today because of you…I learned it all from you.

Downed, again, amidst all the rush and tumble, the trash and the defeat. Everything I ever wanted was lost, and then I saw you again, and started again, because that is what you do to me.