She wanted, and was considering how, to express herself. She had bluntly blurted out that there was something she wished to speak to him about, and now that he sat quietly, expectantly, she knew not what to say first. All the words she had rehearsed in her mind for weeks no longer sounded appropriate orContinue reading “honest conversation.”
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Thought of the day.
Happiness always comes between us.She makes me look at you, and when I do,Love appears within me.
my very rare friend.
In the light of your friendship, I see the pain of my past, And I love myself a little more For having survived it. In the light of your friendship, My wounds reopen So they may heal a little better With the love you teach me To bestow on myself. And that is how IContinue reading “my very rare friend.”
Waiting patiently.
It was as I was struggling to find my wordsThat the quality of your friendship became clear:Because you sat in silence, and waited patientlyUntil I expressed myself, finally.
Once again.
And once again you proveThat you care for me,More than I expect and hope forAnd more than I dare believe.(Thank you).
How much can a smile say? We could be standing in silence and still, we would be communicating, perhaps unconsciously and unknowingly, as if the object our eyes would look at, and the shape our mouths would take, were all happening under the control of something outside of us. Our mind controls our bodies onlyContinue reading
i long to speak.
I do long to speak to you, very much indeed; for all the words I wish to say sit on my chest like heavy stones, and make it quite heavy and sore. I will lay bare my heart in front of you; and I will bear you thinking me insane. Who in passion has everContinue reading “i long to speak.”
in its own way.
It was not that she cared about appearances, nor even that she cared about him finding her attractive. But if she could look beautiful and pleasant, why should she not? And as she saw her reflection in the mirror before walking out the door that afternoon, she thought she looked rather nice. Not just that,Continue reading “in its own way.”
1sec.
sometimes it takes a second to be brave. the moment of a single breath you can put aside your fears and in that time, so minuscule you can do something you had not imagined yourself doing. sometimes it takes a second to be brave: a second to not listen to anxious thoughts a second toContinue reading “1sec.”
this place.
How can this place not remind of you and of all those kind gestures you have shown me? Memories come flashing through my mind as I walk along these hallways. It was here that you smiled at me, that you asked me if I was alright, that you told me I had done well, thatContinue reading “this place.”
