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Why Her Not Me?

Slowly I learn. I'm learning that being kind to myself is not being selfish. I'm learning that my body, my body is mine, and is not to be compared to any other. Slowly I learn that if you ever want to fall in love, you fall not for words, but for actions. You fall for the way their presence makes you warm, not the way their compliments make you blush. Fall like petals, ever so slowly and with all of your grace, not too hard into a place still unknown. If I had a thousand lives, I'd learn all the languages. But I only have one, so I will take pain to master the language that will bring us together, closer than ever, till the beginning of forever. I thought love was portrayed wrong in the movies, because how could something that beautiful be so effortless. I  thought it was supposed to be hard. That it meant I had to heal somebody for them to be able to love me. You showed me how wrong I could be. Now as I reflect on the taste of your lips, I know I let true love slip through...
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Inclination to Sin

  “Do I or do I not!” The voice unspoken. It seems that everything comes down to this, by choice, and oftentimes we drift into it without thought, but still, you have to make the choice. One look at her and my heart melted. I wanted to do the wrong thing, in oh so many different ways. I wanted to be so bad, lead her utterly and completely astray. Sweet temptation, called me by my name, promising pleasure, with honeyed words and images bright. She made her presence known. Eyes lit up like sparkling diamonds. Red lipstick, red as a blooming rose, framed her hunting smile. Oh, how that woman looked so divine, so sleek and fine, how her lips would feel on mine. I longed to taste those lips. Her eyes stalked quietly, hunting for her next unsuspecting prey. Her deadly charm her most effective tool. There I stood from afar, desires getting stronger even if I stood no chance. I’d have loved to be her prey; I’d be perfectly content being her toy. “Remember your time is oh so short...

Between Dreams & Reality

Sometimes, the most precious things in the world are meant to fly free. They are yours for only a moment before they slip away, leaving you with a haunting sense of what-ifs. I’ve been in relationships before, but this time was different. This time, I was truly happy. She was like the scent of freshly brewed coffee in the morning. Falling for her felt like summer rain—at first, a light drizzle, then a hurricane; with thunder and lightning, intense and fast, meant to dishevel, but never to last. I still remember the first time we spoke. There was an immediate connection, like an invisible thread tying us together, something strong and unbreakable. When I say unbreakable, I mean that no matter how hard we tried to distance ourselves or un-feel what was between us, the invisible string kept pulling us back together. This was different from any relationship I had before. It made me reflect deeply and left me wondering. If she had stayed, maybe I could have loosened the threads enough t...

Between Dreams & Reality

Sometimes the most precious things in the world are meant to fly free. They are only yours for a moment before they go away, leaving you with what-ifs. I've had the experience of being in relationships before, however, this was the first time I was truly happy. I couldn't have asked for anything more. She was fresh coffee brewed in the morning. Falling for her was like summer rain. First drizzle, then hurricane; With thunders, with lightning, heavy and fast, meant to dishevel, but never to last. I remember the first time we talked. There was an immediate connection, like an invisible thread tying us together. Something strong and unbreakable. When I say unbreakable, I mean that no matter how we tried to distance ourselves and un-feel each other, the invisible string kept pulling us back together. Even though it was completely different than any other relationship I've been in before; it was the kind that really made me reflect a lot and therefore wonder. If only she had sta...

Rekindled

They behave as though time is a maid who comes to take away the tragedies and traumas from our past. In reality, though, she is the secretive secretary who keeps track of all the tragedy woven into our tales throughout the years. She cheated. She confessed. It did not mean anything to her; it was simply a thing, and she liked to think that as long as he didn't know, it wouldn't hurt him. Time heals, but time does not heal brokenness for she is no witch.  She just covers the huge wounds our nightmares have left behind, leaving only angry scars to serve as constant reminders of our suffering. He ended up comparing any girl he was ever with to her. He was never going to find her in any of them, was he? Because there will never be another her. Haunted by the longing to feel something real, deep, and magical, he searched for shared ecstasy… then he met Lianna. There she was, across the crowded gathering. Intoxicating beauty, grace, and poise. Seemingly unaffected by the crowd and t...

To One Andy Ross

I simply want to start out by saying, thank you so much for being a dude. I wanted a boy so badly and I'm glad my wish came true.  Who am I? In case you're wondering.  Well, I'm someone who will play a rather significant role in your life. That guy who appears to know what he's doing when it comes to parenting but it is clear he doesn't. I'm that guy who will sit down and play a boardgame with you, teach you how to play and how to become the man I can only hope to be. I'm that guy who'll always support you and be in your corner throughout your life. I will support you in whatever you choose to study and pursue as a career. I am your dad. I haven't met you and I love you and all that you are. We haven't met and yet I've held you as close as I can. Even though our eyes haven't locked, you have me wrapped around your little fingers. When I think about you, I can't help but feel overwhelmed. There's so much to teach you and so much fo...

Undressed Heart

 "You know I'm married, right?" "Don't we all make mistakes?" "But..." "No buts, maybes would suffice." "It's getting late; my husband will be home soon. You better leave." She meant none of that. She was obsessed with the thought of him, wondered whether it was just her or if he recalled the beautiful things he'd said to her now and then, and if he meant them the way she took them, or if she was just obsessed with what was going on in his head. It had been six months since they met. To put it mildly, he had tried really hard to confuse her. Her mind was playing games with her. Her body had relinquished complete control. Her heart had become a shattered compass, and no matter how hard she tried to get away from him, she always ended up falling back into his embrace. Her desires for him grew stronger by the day, took full control and dominated her mind. However inside, she knew it was wrong. She tried to i...