KeishaFor the second time, our lips met in a moment so enchanting, as if the world around us ceased to exist. He gently placed the apple he had been peeling onto the nearby table before cupping my cheeks, drawing me closer into a kiss that seemed to transcend time itself. His lips, tender and sweet, elicited a sensation that compelled me to shut my eyes, fully immersing myself in the magic of the moment.With each embrace, it felt as though we were transported to a realm where nothing else mattered but the connection between us. The outside world faded away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the intoxicating taste of his kiss. In those fleeting moments, any discomfort or pain I may have felt seemed to dissolve into the ether, replaced by a profound sense of contentment and healing.Our kisses, though seemingly simple gestures, held an inexplicable power to transport us to a place where time stood still, and every touch was imbued with a sense of wonder and reverence. In each o
Slowly, I opened the curtains in our room to welcome the morning light. Inside, no one could see me from the outside, so I did it without hesitation. The tranquility of the morning greeted me, especially with the magical chirping of birds that sounded like music to my ears. The colorful flowers we kept added even more vibrancy to this day. I wish every morning could be like this.I felt a sudden hug from behind, which brought a small surprise to me. But as soon as I smelled its familiar scent, all tension in my body melted away, and I smiled. The person who brings joy and happiness to every day of my life was here.The morning felt like a miracle, a little surprise from the heavens. Under the sunlight, I felt the warmth of my beloved's embrace from behind. With every moment, every hug and kiss, I felt loved and cared for. And in his embrace, all fatigue and sadness disappeared, and I felt true happiness.With him, my partner in life, I felt like there was nothing we couldn't overcome.
As I watched my husband climb the tree, a laugh escaped my lips. At first, he seemed a bit hesitant, unsure of how to navigate the branches. Typically, our two sons, Noah and Damien, were the ones in charge of harvesting the mangoes. Plus, given his upbringing in a wealthy family, I wasn't surprised if he wasn't accustomed to climbing trees. However, I could now confidently say that he was truly making an effort, especially since he accompanied our sons in the harvest. His porcelain complexion had transformed into a warm tan, which surprisingly suited him well.I could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, indicating the challenge of climbing. Yet, despite the difficulty, I wanted him to gather some mangoes for me because I knew how much I would enjoy them.His struggle to ascend the tree touched me deeply. Despite the physical strain, he persisted, driven by his desire to fulfill my simple request. It was evident that he was putting in effort beyond his comfort zone, which
I couldn't help but feel a surge of longing as I gazed at the shattered vase on the floor. Pain and regret washed over me every time I looked at the pieces of one of my favorite vases in the house. It was a gift from Colten to me when we celebrated our wedding anniversary, and it held special memories of our love for each other. But now, it lay broken.Despite the intense pain I felt, I couldn't bring myself to be overly angry at our daughter Luna. My primary concern was for the well-being of our baby. I didn't want to get angry because it might stress me out and harm the baby. I knew that our daughter Luna was naturally spirited and adventurous, but despite this, we didn't want to be overly harsh on her. We loved her dearly and didn't want to inflict any trauma or fear upon her. But her antics often went too far.I also noticed other items scattered on the couch, including strands of hair and makeup. We had repeatedly told Luna about her behavior and the need to o
My sweat was dripping by the time I got home. I immediately headed to the living room to catch some fresh air and watch TV. The messy and dirty living room from earlier was now clean, thanks to Manang Sita. I wanted to tidy up myself, but I avoided bending down as much as possible.As I sat alone, munching on rice cakes and watching the Taiwanese movie "Man in Love," tears filled my eyes. The story's depth and the characters' emotions resonated deeply with me, reflecting my own experiences and struggles. Scene after scene, I found myself overwhelmed by a wave of emotions, tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. The story of this movie is so deeply touching, you can learn many lessons from it.Grabbing another piece of rice cake, I marveled at how quickly the basket was emptying. It was hard to believe that I could finish a whole basket of rice cakes. I couldn't bear the thought of wasting the remaining pieces. Why should I drown in despair alone when I could
"Is that how you come home, Colten?" My voice expressed both worry and longing, words slipping out without me noticing. My heart was filled with both anger and concern about his condition. I wanted to understand what happened to him, getting drunk. But even with all that, my love and longing for my husband stayed strong, even if I felt a little resentful. Especially since it was so late and he still came home in this condition. I was upset because I hoped he would come home in the morning like he said before leaving for work, but he didn't keep his promise.The words tumbled out of my mouth like stones, heavy with worry and frustration, as I watched him disregard my presence and continue with his task. It was as if a sharp blade pierced my chest, leaving behind a throbbing ache as he paid me no heed and proceeded to remove his shoes.Determined to break through his indifference, I approached him, my steps heavy with a mixture of hurt and determination. I reached out to assist him wit
In the hushed stillness of the night, I was gently roused from my slumber by a sensation encircling my waist, a tender yet persistent embrace from behind. With my eyes sealed shut, I surrendered to the moment, allowing myself to be fully immersed in the intimacy of the touch that surrounded me. The room was suffused with the faint aroma of nighttime, a subtle symphony of scents mingling harmoniously in the air, enhancing the surreal quality of the atmosphere.Despite the gentle caress of the breeze whispering through the open windows, my husband Colten remained unmoved, making no attempt to shield us from the soft glow of the moonlight. Its silvery beams cascaded into the room, casting elongated shadows that danced across the floor, imbuing the space with an otherworldly allure that seemed to defy the constraints of time. The ethereal illumination bathed us in its tranquil glow, creating an enchanting backdrop for the tender moments shared between us.As I nestled against Colten's war
I struggled to fight off my drowsiness, as until now, my husband's rice cakes still didn't quite meet my taste. It's not that I'm complaining, but I couldn't help but feel disappointed because I was really hungry. Maybe my stomach might ache if I force myself to eat the burnt rice cakes my husband made.I winced at the smell of the burnt rice cakes. What time was it already, and we still hadn't eaten? Thankfully, I had cooked some viand. I fed myself while cooking. My husband had been watching YouTube earlier on how to cook rice cakes, but it seemed like it was only for professionals because until now, we couldn't get the right cooking method.It's kind of ironic that you're finding comfort in the meal you made while waiting for your spouse's dish. But it shows how adaptable you are, making the best out of a not-so-great situation.In times like these, maybe you can feel good about having control over what you eat. It's not just about filling your stomach, but also making sure you fee