Clara
There is a reason why things are kept under lock and key, and why lovers become friends .
Things are kept under lock and key for safety ...or they are kept under lock and key and hidden so that no one can find them .
However for lovers who become friends there is an unspoken rule that always remains after the fire and rain. When you say; I love you. It means that I have your back , call me I will pick up , knock at my door at two in the morning crying I will be there for you and anytime you need to talk I am here... But only as friends
Carlo and I made a promise to each other when we became official. If ever we grew apart we'd still be there for each other for support . I had been so wrapped up in my own life that I almost forgot the month we were in. I don't know why it took me getting trapped in an elevator with with Carl to realize that he had been hurting . We were still trapp
BrentJealousy ; that ugly green eyed monster that crops up every time you think you have everything sussed out, under control, and safe. I have to admit I get insanely envious and It can sometimes lead to regret for doing what I did for fear of abandonment, seeing someone as a rival or losing what's mine.I've seen my own brother as a rival and threat before. Never have I ever trusted him around my wife, because he always gave off a vibe that he wants her and he would do anything. Some connections are unbreakable; given circumstance and event . Yesterday my father asked me if I ever wanted to be an uncle. When I said yes he directly told me that Clara and Carl's son was alive . Carlo knew nothing and it was for the best because doing what he did then was for the best. He needed to save all three lives and the accident happened at the right time . The same people who had threatened to kill Clara and Caleb were the same People t
ClaraI believe that we are all capable of getting the best of everything, if we just focus on the blessing every lesson has to offer . Sometimes it's easier said than done . There is a saying that has always stuck with me throughout the years and during the times I needed all the support I could get when we lost Caleb; Through darkness there is light , broken hearts will mend, and one day you will look back and understand why it happened. Sometimes it takes a bit longer for the sun to break, broken hearts mend, it may take a while but they heal. However shattered hearts are a different kind of strain .The remedy is available but the ingredients are scarce. Time always reveals why we went through a test and the lessons we are learning may guide us to something unexpectedly good. You will come to the realization that if what happened didn't happen you would have never been on the path to fulfill your destiny.Even through the mo
ClaraFor the longest of times I've believed that feelings are only sensations felt inside and the rest of the time what we touch in terms of the sensation of different textures are just feelings . Then I grew up. I came to the conclusion that all our senses are connected to our feelings ; be it nostalgic or poignant .The experience is what makes any feeling or memory worth keeping or letting go. The scars, tattoos or memorabilia are proof that you went through an experience or event .The experience is uniquely yours and no one can take it away from you, good or bad it becomes part of you in some way . Eventually your sense of perception and awareness sharpens and you are able to sense what someone is feeling and what they are going to day before they say it . Perception is connected to sensitivity. If you feel deeply about a situation or a person you can relate and empathize and hopefully ease the pain or heal a wounded soul.
BrentWhen life your life flashes before your eyes ; you want to make sure you have no regrets when you think its about to end.Clara always used to say something that had always stuck with me , even when I look back now she had a point. Before I asked her to marry me , she got caught in the crossfire of a war she didn't start and I felt guilty for putting her in a situation she shouldn't have gone through. Her forgiving and understanding nature has always been the reason I kept trying to be a better man . She always said ; there can be no regrets, all you need to say is lesson learned, I understand now and thank you .She's always thinks I don't trust her .Fact is I do. She's always been my better half and the best part of me ...*Flashback*The day started off perfectly. Clara was peacefully sleeping next to me bare skinned. On days when Andrea was away and I had no class to attend or team to assess
PrologClaraI was once told;every season has a reason , nothing lasts forever ,the sun always follows the rain, and if things don't work out the way you want them to... They will work out the way the universe intended .If what I just said was true; why the hell am I in pain every time I go to sleep? Not physically though but emotionally.I try to forget the day I fought with Brent but I can't... The day burns at the back of my memory . Hell maybe I should just take him back and tell him ;let's give it another try .There has to be a perfect reasonable explanation for what we are going through... We can try again. We've put in far too many years to watch this go up in flames." Clara come on you are over reacting okay. Angie and I were drunk; I told her a number of times that she wasn't the one. I love you . We are married for love sake . I would rather take a stray b
BRENTThe past two weeks have been hectic. My wife has been away for so long, just to have her in my arms peaceful and in lala land is like a dream to me. Its a blessing I'm thankful for daily.The past three days must have been hell for her and to think that I caused unnecessary drama. The argument we had over the phone was brutal. I was shooting bullets from my mouth and I hated myself afterwards. Clara wouldn't talk to me or answer any of my texts and to top it all off Angela ;who is not such an angel is causing discord between us. I know she didn't mean for what happened to happen.I need to find the man I once was, the man my wife married and my Son knew and loved.With Clara I always find myself. I married her for a reason ... for many reasons. Half of me is her and half of her is me and our son Andrew is a symbol of our love . He was nothing short of a miracle . I have the bullet scar and sta
ClaraI ran as fast as I could upstairs. When I finally made it I took a deep breath and took in the beautiful view. The city was lit . The teeming traffic looked like a swarm of fire flies going in two different directions, I don't know what it is about moving cars that is so calming in a bizarre way. The sea has the same effect on me . I took in a second deep breath and the icy cold air hit my nostrils; my throat felt like it was on fire. It was scratchy before butit was getting bad. Brent had told me before we took Andy in that I was coughing all night, he thought it was nothing . I had difficulty swallowing my coffee this morning but still it could be anything. I took another breath and ended up coughing ." That sounds pretty bad .While you're here get it checked before it gets worse. "A husky voice came out of nowhere ... I thoughtI was alone but I wasn't . He took off his blue scarf and wrapped it around my ne
ClaraI started playing with my wedding band twisting it around. It was as if Brent knew I was about to make an impulsive decision. I always fiddled with my ring when I was so infuriated with Brent, it was a telltale sign I had enough.He had pointed out that when we had a dispute with regards to problems that we talked out. He could sense my aggression or frustration and he didn't need to say anything because he could hear my heart. Brent knew me so well... and I knew him too.I tried to speak but my words never caught the air. I put my hand on my chest ,bowed my head, and with the other hand I waved signaling I can't take anymore. I walked towards the door turned around and looked up.Automatically I started fiddling with my wedding ring.Brent and I were connected in more ways than one.I always felt him before he walked to where I was.In the house;or at a party. It was almost an instinct