nine years later
Still standing and taking on whatever may come 今年は平井大さんの『小さな丘の木の下で』を聴いてるよ Continue reading nine years later
Tag: lost love
aloha ‘oe
“I’ll wait for you till you return,” she said. Everything was postponed, and I went off to fight. We never found a cure for the disease, and I heard it reached her shore. For Three Line Tales 236. photo by V Hui Continue reading aloha ‘oe
tanabata
I’m supposed to be okay. Right? It’s been years. Loneliness and I-wishes, I shouldn’t be overwhelmed by them. Right? また今年も会えなかったね。 Continue reading tanabata
magic
In the dark, moonless night, she sits on the boulder and rests her tired feet. She has been journeying alone, her wings neatly folded. She had ignored her wings until she met him. When she didn’t think she was good for anything, he gently patted her back, reminding her of them. When she felt that she was invisible, he stood beside her, holding her … Continue reading magic
loved wholeheartedly
Be strong, they say… Continue reading loved wholeheartedly
he(art)
I tried to fix it after being robbed. It was beyond repair, I knew. Letting go is hard. Betraying wasn’t. For Friday Fictioneers – 25 January 2019. PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Continue reading he(art)
a love story- beyond
Continued from a love story – middle. We moved, once again. This time to a jungle house. I had to go away days at a time for work, and you wanted to get dogs to keep you company. “You know I’m afraid of dogs.” “But, I’m all by myself while you are gone…” “Your choice. Dogs or me.” You got two puppies. Two puppies … Continue reading a love story- beyond
one constant
“When do you stop missing him?” “Never.” For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Constant. Continue reading one constant
my Valentine
I walked into the restaurant. The staff whisked by me. I found my friends waving. “Busy, this place,” I took my seat. “It’s Valentine’s Day,” they chuckled. Couples occupied other tables. We ordered our food and exchanged our Valentine’s gifts. “We were over there. A year ago.” I turned to where my friend was pointing. They then started to talk about something or somebody, … Continue reading my Valentine
picture perfect
We sometimes manipulate our fear into believing in the intangible. We believe or want to believe, whether for fear of being alone or unsafe, that the deceased loved ones are watching over us. On the street, however, when we meet people who hear voices and see images that we don’t discern, we tend to feel uneasy and avoid them. Maybe, those who can see and … Continue reading picture perfect
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