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Thursday, 17 December 2009

  • Happy Ending

    "What do you want?!"

    My voice cracks.

    "Just say it! WHAT-DO-YOU-WANT?!"

    I pant. And I wait. For my answer.

    Silence.

    Nothing.

    Stop.

    Then,

    "Happy."



    "What?"

    Her breathing picks up.

    Her eyes spill over with tears.

    Her heart begins to break.

    Her soul is on the edge of death.

    Throwing everything away, just for that moment, she screams.


    "I just want to be happy!!! Happy! HAPPY! Hap-"


    Her voice shakes.

    Her voice echoes.

    Her voice cracks.

    And I leave.


Thursday, 10 December 2009

  • 정말?

    "Yes... really."

    I blew out a breath.

    "Only that much?"

    Another breath escaped my lips.

    "Yes."

    I wish I could give her these breaths.

    I wish I could have a little more time.

    I wish this really wasn't happening.

    Yet, I take another breath, and another... and another.

    "정말?"

    I couldn't think of a time when I hated breathing so much.

    "Yes..."

    정말?

    "... really."

Monday, 16 November 2009

  • My Life in Threes

    Three Books Read:

    The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks
    The Choice by Nicholas Sparks
    Timeline by Michael Crichton

    Three Movies Watched:

    The Box (really bad)
    The Fourth Kind (really bad)
    Turn Left, Turn Right (pretty good)

    Three Songs Learned:

    Bu De Bu Ai
    Passacaglia
    Teardrops on My Guitar

    Just Three:

    Got Sick
    She's doing well
    Nov. 24

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

  • He loves me

    The boy could see her from afar, but she could not see him.

    She was sitting under the shade of a tall oak tree, her eyes transfixed on something far, far away. Walking closer, he noticed a single yellow flower was held in her grasp. She cradled it with a delicate touch, as the girl began to pluck off the petals, one by one.

    Closer still, the boy could hear her recite these words:

    he loves me

          He loves me not

    he loves me

         He loves me not

    Closer still, the boy could see the meloncholy in her face.

    he loves me

          He loves me not

    he loves me

         He loves me not

    Closer still, the boy could feel the heartbreak in her voice.

    he loves me

          He loves me not

    he loves me

         He loves me not


    Until there was but one left...


    And to the last petal fell these heavy words:


    He loves me not.


    Now standing in front of her, the boy knelt down and gathered another yellow flower from the ground. Picking off all the petals but one, he turned his eyes to meet her empty gaze. Gently taking the girl's hand, the boy placed the yellow flower within her slender fingers.

    Smiling, the boy spoke to the girl in a silent whisper.


    "Won't you try it one more time?"


    The girl stared at the flower for a few moments before finally plucking off the petal he had left for her. She began to cry as she spoke the final sentence of the child's game.




    "He... loves me..."





    The boy nodded.


    Yes, I do.


    Then he disappeared.

Saturday, 10 October 2009

  • The things we can't do

    "You know, we can't ever get married."

    I stared at the ceiling tiles.

    "I know."

    "You know, we can't ever have children."

    I kept on staring.

    "I know."

    "You know, we can't grow older together."

    My eyes started to sting with dryness.

    "I know."

    "You know, I won't be here for very long."

    My vision began to blur.

    .
    .
    .

    Then I closed my eyes.

    "Did you know that after you're gone I won't ever love anyone else."

    She squeezed my hand tightly, and whispered into the air with a choked sob,


    "I know."

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