Browse Tag by short story
365, Prose, Writings

Friends with benefits

“Why are you settling with him? He isn’t good for you. He’s just using you.”

I sighed. “Who says I’m settling? It isn’t because I’m still seeing him means I’m settling. You think I’m the one in love in this situation? You think that just because a girl is hooking up with a guy means she’s settling? Can it be the other way around? I definitely don’t want to hear any wedding bells with him, if that’s what you mean. He’s not the type. So relax. Stop your stigma. I’m just having my cake, and eating it too.”

//excerpt from a book i’ll never write #27

Pinterest | Tumblr | Instagram

365, Prose, Writings

You are mine

“Why do you never write about me?” I asked him one time while he was writing.

He looked at me and sighed, “You write about me.”

“Yes, I write about you.” I said back in a matter-of-factly tone.

He smiled sadly, shaking his head. “I never write about the things I already had. I write about the things I never had, or will never have. You know how we, writers, usually do that.” He looked at me, eyebrows raised, as if daring me to say something. “I never write about things I’ll make sure to keep, forever.”

He stood from where he was sitting, “And you, I will make sure to make you mine, and keep you mine, I will make sure not to lose you so I would never see the day that my heart needs to bleed the pain into words from not having you in my life.”

He cupped my face in his hands. “I will never write about you. You are mine.”

//excerpt from a book i’ll never write #18

Pinterest | Tumblr | Instagram

365, Prose, Writings

Ignorance is bliss

I didn’t understand before the saying ‘ignorance is bliss’, but when you’ve kissed her and you’ve kissed me, and I’ve started wondering on things like,

Do you think of me
whenever you kiss her?
Or do you think of her
whenever you kiss me?

I finally understood.

//excerpt from a book i’ll never write #17

Pinterest | Tumblr | Instagram

365, Prose, Writings

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved

“Tell me your secret,” he said. “How can you still glow, how can your bones speak of sunshine when I always keep you in the dark?”

She smiled and took his face in between her glowing hands. “Darkness, my love, you cannot keep the light out of me.” She kissed him gently on his forehead. “I am the moon, I will always have the light in me, no matter how dim outside.”

“Light and dark cannot be together. Will you leave me if I remove the shackles that bind you to me?” He fixed the reins on her wrist. “I’m always afraid that you’ll do.”

“No,” she shook her head, “I fall in love with how you cradle me to sleep each night, singing me silent songs that give me dreamless sleep, how you embrace me wholeheartedly every time the sun disappears from my sight, and how you soothe my sunburns with your kisses.” She shook her head again, “No, I fall in love with your darkness too much to leave you alone.”

Pinterest | Tumblr | Instagram

365, Prose, Writings

Kiss me like you love me

“Kiss me like you love me,” he says, my face in between his large hands, his thumb doing this circling motion in my cheeks that makes it hard for me to concentrate, his eyes pleading and begging for something I couldn’t pinpoint. And it suddenly feels like I’m holding his life in my palm and I’m both his saviour and destruction, and I could crush him with just a word, kill him, stab him, and he would still love me.

“I can’t,” I say. The pain that crosses in his eyes shoots directly in my heart.

I press my lips lightly on his.

“I can’t, for I already do.”

– – –

//excerpt from a book i’ll never write #14

Pinterest | Tumblr | Instagram

365, Prose, Writings

Please catch my tears

“I want to cry. I want to fucking cry.” I say to the moon, in between sobs.

I imagine the moon saying, “so cry, I will listen.” And I am crying, I’ve been crying for the past 15 minutes, non-stop, but I still want to cry. This didn’t feel like crying. It’s just tears straining down on my cheeks, sobs that echoes to no one, a heart that breaks silently, without anyone knowing.

“I want to cry,” I say again. “I want to cry and shout and scream at the top of my lungs. I want him to hear me hurting. I want him to see me as I break into pieces, I want him to know how my soul shatters because of him, I want him to feel every fucking hurt he caused me. I want to cry. I want him to see me cry, and I want him to put his arms around me, and tell me ‘darling, it’s okay, I’m here, I won’t ever hurt you again. I’m here. I’m here. I’m here.’ until I fall asleep in his arms with his soothing words echoing in my dreams.”

//excerpt from a book i’ll never write # 13

Pinterest | Tumblr | Instagram

365, Prose, Writings

Tell me something I didn’t know

“Tell me something I didn’t know,” he asked me while we were walking hand in hand on our way to my house. It was our usual past time, a quick game of some sorts to give each other weird facts and trivias.

“I don’t love you anymore.” I said. I took a quick glance at him, expecting him to be shock or angry, but instead, he just had this sad smile in his eyes.

“Tell me something I didn’t know,” he said again, holding my hand tighter this time.

//excerpt from a book i’ll never write # 12

Pinterest | Tumblr | Instagram