1. "They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." - William Shakespeare
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“....Love is a familiar. Love is devil. There is no evil angel but love.”2
I woke up this morning with a strange sensation. There was something that was not all right, it seemed, as if something had changed during the night. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew that it had something to do with him. I tensed. 3
I knew what was wrong.4
He left, last night.5
My breathing became difficult. Many images came to my mind as I helplessly tried to lessen their powerful suffocating effect upon my being. The tears came as I shut my eyes.6
Today was a new day. The first day without him, after all. I never pictured this day to be so...empty.7
I shivered as I got out of bed. I started the coffee machine as like all previous mornings. I put way too much for a single person, but I didn’t mind. I knew that if I started to mind the little things, the images would flow back and this was to be avoided. Even if that meant turning out as a zombie for the rest of the day.8
When I was little, I strongly believed in heroes. I thought that their adventures were only occasions to show what they were really made of. But most importantly, I believed that love was one of those occasions. It was, to me, the opportunity to show our true colors; our hearts’ natures. I learned along the way that things were quite different from that.9
I sighed as I took a sip of coffee.10
Naively, I thought that love was something that was meant to hit us, that it couldn’t be controlled in any ways and that it only happened once.11
I grinned at that. I’d be in trouble if I had stayed with my previous ‘knights in shining armour’. 12
I wondered if kindergarten loves counted, too.13
I was partly right about the heart’s nature being showed when we’re in love, though. It’s as if our feelings turned our lives in such rollercoaster rides that our mind was of no help anymore. We’d become those stupid people that just couldn’t think things over rationally. You just use your “gut”-feelings then, to take decisions. And those are ruled by the heart.14
You can say that I put some time in these thoughts.
Well what do you know; I can be a pretty productive thinker by just drinking coffee all day long.15
The bad thing about my childish love-concept though, is that I never really planned the not ‘happily ever after’ possibility. Remember, as an ex-believer of love happening only once, I kind of forgot to plan things for a day such as this one. Days of feeling like a pathetic and emptied woman were never part of the big picture. 16
Is this the bright result of believing so strongly that love is a great thing? I giggled alone in my living room. I felt like this character in the Moulin Rouge movie: the one in love with the word love.17
He too woke up on a day when his love had died.18
But I didn’t have pretty songs to write his story. Nor for mine, that is.
Author notes
Hello~~
I was asked to write something with the promp on Shakespear quote, so please, tell me what you think about it! ANY comments are welcomed! I'm trying to get better at writing! ^^. Good day to you all.
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Lovely!
This was very beautifully written--like a poetic memoir. I really enjoyed this! It wasn't exactly a story--although it did have a story in it--it was sort of like a snapshot of a moment with all the thoughts woven together in a lovely way. Thank you! Great job!
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