I said I am not godly, but one thing I knew then is that a different form of love with someone is way better than not loving someone at all because you are afraid of how the world will tell you. Honesty to yourself and honesty to your God is what I think matters most. Please stop using love to delude people, stop caging this word for only too few. Love is universal everyone is not an exception to claim this fragile yet powerful gift from God. And with that, I sat on my chair absentmindedly, because the piece I read for the class recital made a mark on my heart. The title was very captivating Love is not Caged. The author is not from Shakespeare's timeline but it was written beautifully. The style was abstract not minding if the words will jive with one another as long as they pursued the main context and that’s what I want to commend about the author. Love has been the debatable thing that most people wanted to win their argument. I pondered what is love for me then? “That was amazin
The street is busy as always, people are everywhere, the noise pollution is something that is still not accepted in my system. For someone like me I mean, good thing that she likes silence as well. I stare at her face she seemed lost in her thoughts again her grasp on the steering wheel is tight that I can see the veins in her knuckles, her perfectly trimmed eyebrows are still frowning. Adam and Mira saw us in the parking lot after we got everything that I need to have a faster recovery the infirmary Doctor had told me I needed a dose of Iron supplement and rest because my blood test is not that good. I got scared at first because I remember the repetitive sickness when I was younger. I got terrified by the news but all my worries disappeared like bubbles when she caressed my back and assured me I’ll be fine. I want to savor her warmth until the famous cousins barged in. Adam insisted to take me home but good thing Mira disagreed because she has an appointment and she got no driver t
Katherine's POV Here comes another day, and to look forward to doing my job of moving people and making a difference. Since that day I lost the only person that keeps me alive, I turned my back on everything. I left our town to start a new one. Good thing that Jeff is very understanding, unlike my manipulative father who does not care about how I feel. Jeff had been a good husband to me even though we are just a product of a forced marriage to secure our family's wealth he never inflicted any pain on me, we even tried working our married life for years and unexpectedly our son came into our lives. I thought that was the sign that I have been asking for from the universe. But a year after he was born he died that was the most painful thing in my life our marriage came to an end. I was the one who was blamed by my family though, I’m really blaming myself too, up until now. That happened two years ago but the pain from the past feels like yesterday and forever. Forever grieving and the
Amir had gone early for work so I was left alone internalizing the silence of our home. A thought popped up in my head the hot chic whose eyes intimidate me and her sultry voice that brings shivers on my spine and creeps into my stomach lurching out of the unknown and whenever our skin touches, a bolt of electric currents travels in every depth of my being. I never thought that I could be feeling this way. It’s been 2 weeks since she filed a leave and it has been 3 days since we stopped communicating with each other. I would not deny the sense of connectivity that I built with her. She is older than I am and I only know a few things about her but still, I have this feeling of attachment and inexplicably raging emotions when she is near. I’m going crazy! I screamed with frustration, stridden to open the door as the doorbell rang. I hurriedly went to open it and a delivery man was standing on our porch.“Good morning! Delivery for Miss Jones." a delivery man beamed happily as he is h
The success of my twin is also my success. The art exhibit was beyond what I have imagined Amir received invitations from renowned artists overseas and what excites him more are the travels they offered. His inspirations are the cultures of native people from places all over the world, he incorporated photography and painting into one scheme, and that captured other artists' interests. A part of me is somewhat dejected with him leaving me in this house right in the middle town of California but I love him too much so I should support him as his only family. I should be the one to understand how his dreams are more important than anything in this world and I know he will do the same thing for me. I facepalmed because there's a lot on my plate for completion this week. I don't want any interaction right now because I'm scared to just blow up and that would be heck awful on my part. “What a beautiful day to see you here Asmara.” I rolled my eyes cause' I know whose voice was it. “O
I painstakingly suppressing not to burst out my stupid emotions during my morning classes. It was a good thing that Mira was not around cause' that woman has grown fond of me. I cannot tell her that her cousin is bugging and I want them both to leave me alone. And of course, I can't discuss the thing that's going on between me and Mrs. Faustini. She'll surely freak out. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Amir called me outside my door. “Asmara someone is here to see you.” I hear the footsteps barging into my room without even knocking. “How many times will I tell you to not go inside my room uninvited.” I was covering my face with my pillow the whole time. “Well, I know you would not be inviting me inside.” I stop from whatever profanities you that I was about to yell when I realized it was not my brother whom I am sharing the same room air with me right now. “What are doing here? You’re just wasting your time! Go away.” I will not listen to her bullshits anymore. “Please talk
I can't erase the smile plastered on my face after walking out of the venue where our graduation was held. I have a diploma now, all my sacrifices are now paid off at last. Amir and Katerine were there for me, cheering with proud grins on their lips as they clapped their hands every time my name was called on stage. I shake my head as I enter her car. “I’m very proud of you Asmara,” she kissed me on my lips swiftly and handed me a small box right after the ceremony. I hurriedly went to find her, and here we are inside her car making out. Amir just laughed at me when I told her I needed to find my Katherine and thankfully he is not against us. Funny how he said we should have exchanged bodies then. I know his preference since he is very much vocal about it even when we were younger. “Thank you, Miss Johnson,” I chuckled but she just bite my exposed shoulder naughtily, since I am wearing an off-shoulder white dress. “What is this are you proposing now?” I tease her and her fac
We bid each other goodbye it was somehow soothing to finally had the courage to tell her my gratitude, and at the same time, I'm kinda missing her playful child-like attitude. I decided to go for a walk since it is still early to go home, I have also resigned from my part-time job at the grocery store. My phone rang and I fished it in my coat showing Katherine’s name on the screen. I can't suppress the smile on my face. “Hey lovely why are you walking in this cold weather?” I smiled and looked around I saw the lady who makes my heart leap peeking in her car’s window, still talking to me on the line. I turned off the call and walk-in her direction excitedly. She opened her door and I climbed inside. She leaned forward and kissed me swiftly on my lips.“You missed me that much huh” I teased and return her kisses.“Of course who would not miss an angel”, she focused on driving.“Where are we heading to?” I asked curiously. “Uh. It is a surprise dear,” she winked at me.“Okay just driv