Dear my love,
It's always been easier for me to personify things. Religion, love, emotions. It just makes things easier to understand.
Our love is a childhood friend of mine. A good person with beautiful, green eyes. Every bone a cliché and every pore a diamond. His presence has been an unwavering factor in my life. He has not left me for a solid second. He is the mist of every foggy dream, and he watches me while I sleep. I guess, in that way, he can be a little overbearing.
I would like to tell you about his voice. I would like to say that it is like honey, deep and rich. Sweetening even the blandest of moments. I would like to say that. But, unfortunately, I do not know for sure.
Our love has never spoken. Not even a word. Sometimes he hums, like his vocal-cords are straining with the weight of his silence. I know that he can talk, but I don’t know why he doesn’t. Sometimes he looks at me, and I see your reflection in his eyes. At those times, I think that you may have told him it would be better if he was silent. But I do not know why you would want our love to pretend to be mute.
I think our love might be lonely. Because, sometimes, he just starts to cry. Silent, silver tears. I try to console him, but I don’t know what to tell him. I know that our love rarely sees you. I tell him you are busy. But our love wants to be a priority. I hug him, and then he stops crying. This only happens every few weeks. But I never forget. Each tear is a singular, heart-breaking pain.
I do not want you to feel sorry or guilty for our love. He is not a weak person. I have seen him scare away beasts with a glance, I have seen him heal the sick, and I have seen him smile when everything was trying to make him frown.
I don’t know why I’m writing you. I think that he wanted me to. And, I just wanted to let you know that I’m taking really good care of our love. If you ever want to visit me again, I’ll be here. And he’ll be here, too. I think it would be great if he could see you. I know that he really wants to.
Love always,
Gabi.
It's always been easier for me to personify things. Religion, love, emotions. It just makes things easier to understand.
Our love is a childhood friend of mine. A good person with beautiful, green eyes. Every bone a cliché and every pore a diamond. His presence has been an unwavering factor in my life. He has not left me for a solid second. He is the mist of every foggy dream, and he watches me while I sleep. I guess, in that way, he can be a little overbearing.
I would like to tell you about his voice. I would like to say that it is like honey, deep and rich. Sweetening even the blandest of moments. I would like to say that. But, unfortunately, I do not know for sure.
Our love has never spoken. Not even a word. Sometimes he hums, like his vocal-cords are straining with the weight of his silence. I know that he can talk, but I don’t know why he doesn’t. Sometimes he looks at me, and I see your reflection in his eyes. At those times, I think that you may have told him it would be better if he was silent. But I do not know why you would want our love to pretend to be mute.
I think our love might be lonely. Because, sometimes, he just starts to cry. Silent, silver tears. I try to console him, but I don’t know what to tell him. I know that our love rarely sees you. I tell him you are busy. But our love wants to be a priority. I hug him, and then he stops crying. This only happens every few weeks. But I never forget. Each tear is a singular, heart-breaking pain.
I do not want you to feel sorry or guilty for our love. He is not a weak person. I have seen him scare away beasts with a glance, I have seen him heal the sick, and I have seen him smile when everything was trying to make him frown.
I don’t know why I’m writing you. I think that he wanted me to. And, I just wanted to let you know that I’m taking really good care of our love. If you ever want to visit me again, I’ll be here. And he’ll be here, too. I think it would be great if he could see you. I know that he really wants to.
Love always,
Gabi.
- Last seen on Jul 12 9:24 PM. Member since July 10, 2007.
- I am a 14 year old girl (South Africa)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Thinking About Writing!.
- I am in the groups Storywriter Inc
- I have 36 comments, 1 contest, 114 poems, 15 stories, 1 philosophy, 1 journal
Stories I'm focused on
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Princess Masae looked past her rescuer's shoulder, and to the corpse that had once been her lover.
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I cannot believe my eyes. Thirty blank signs, sitting in rows, with faces attached that I might know.
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So, Mrs.Aarons still led an 'issue' free, absolutely decent life in her perfect little world.
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And even though Kate no longer had a mommy, and Kate had become an Auntie. She was still only seven years old.400 words, 9 comments, July 10, 2007. In Broken family, Dark
My Stories
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Gabi searched her face for traces of guilt and smiled. There were none.
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It was just one tear. But it was fat, and it was ugly, rolling repulsively down my cheek.600 words, 5 comments, July 27, 2008
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Moonlight / Intertwined with her very hair / Her eyes shine-luminescent / But all they do is stare / At the hag in the castle corner / Hold
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I stand in the field of amputated angels
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I want to write a filthy poem
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And, trying to please myself with pretences of smiles,
I walk through the verdant thickets
And try to spot my kind<100 words, October 18
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Dear my love, It's always been easier for me to personify things. Religion, love, emotions. It just makes things easier to understand. Our love is a childhood friend of mine. A good person with beautiful, green eyes. Every bone a cliché and every pore a diamond. His presence has been an unwavering factor in my lifJuly 12, 300 words. → 2 comments, Add one?
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Breathless Ballons on July 27, 2008*starts yodeling*
HEEEEY! just wanted to leave my little mark of LUV on your page!
okayy then, byye-byee
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Sunless Spirit on July 18, 2008homophobia is BAD
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i-love-yu..x : Hi Tif-!! on March 25, 2008Thanks for entering my contest! It was really fun judging them all! I really liked your reason and all. I totally agree!
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briannnnn on February 10, 2008I love your page. =]
