Just another “Could have been”
Our love story started out very wrong. Everything was wrong — the setting, the timing, the people involved, the anticipated outcome, the situation — it was a jungle of wrongness. And yet, we went in, holding nothing but each other's hands. Frail, but we thought was enough. However, the other ...
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Prologue
I could have not waved goodbye. He could have stopped me from leaving. Then maybe we could have been together, still. But then again, this is just another "could have been." ...
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A 5-Minute Forever
A little past ten in the evening, and there we are, walking along the almost depleted foyers of a once mundane place that soon became of utmost importance to me. We were at the south, and we're heading to the other side of the parking lot, which made me consider ...
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There was a girl named Sam
There was a girl named Sam and she was beautiful. She was all the zestfulness of the sun and the mysterious beauty of the rain. Her hair casually flipping over her shoulder, the sound of her gentle muffled laughter. She lived "the" life - carefree, fun, free. She seldom talked ...
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Twelve Hours and After
Decided to publish this five-year-old draft today, just because For the next twelve hours... you will be with me, and I will be with you, and we will worry about nothing but the cold night, which eventually will be not so cold after all, for I will be warmed by ...
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Cashmere
I gave birth to a baby boy. Or at least I dreamt that I did. It was the evening, and I was crouched by the hearth. He was there with an ache in my bones. I felt it. Fast-forward within the white walls of the hospital. I drowsily peeked through ...
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