Stories tagged “lost love”
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High School Part duh Grow Up
He did have a point. It was none of her business. She shouldn’t care where he went on Friday nights, or what he was thinking Sunday mornings, or who his girlfriend was. She shouldn’t expect him to walk her to class or get her lunch. She didn’t ...
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The Next Time That I Fall
If music is supposed to express what we cannot put into words, then how can no song reflect my pain? If the one we love is meant to bring us up when we fall, how is it that nothing has been gained? If everything happens for a reason, then why am I her...
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As Time Goes By
My spidery fingers kneaded into the faded ivory keys, finally attaining soft yet melodious chords, practically silencing my left hand. Sprawled into various positions, my fingers gradually grew louder at one of my favourite points in the piece. A kiss ...
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Last Wish
He could feel her in his arms, the wedding dress beneath his fingers as he held her. He could smell the sweet scent of her hair. He could see her face smiling up at him. They danced. He awoke alone in their apartment, holding only the gray sheets in th...
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Loop Back
Though viewing a loopback was familiar, the experience was still a little unsettling. My immediate field of vision shifted to the periphery as the lecture that had taken place hours ago replayed from my perspective as though I was still standing in Sto...
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Lyrics of the Heart
She floats onto the stage, a vision in antique lace and pearls, her flame red hair flowing around her petite frame. She stares at the audience and holds up her finger in a silencing gesture as a hush falls over the crowded room. The people wait as the ...
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Pulse, Faintly.
At a glance, love seems so fair, A chivalrous king and passionate stare. Awaiting reality is like drowning – There’s no hunger. And no happiness. Existence is merely the crowning Of the opalescent pain, The multifaceted gem of wanting Craving, nee...
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Missed Opportunity.
“You’ve gotten married.” He stated with a slight gasp, as if he couldn’t believe he was too late. “Yes,” said she, simply; she glanced fondly at her ring. “I have. He’s a wonderful man, and pursued me for years. I just didn’t notice ...
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Vestige of a Kiss...
Small things – such as the unwashed dishes on the counter, or the dirty undergarments thrown on her side of the bed – irritated him. He would look around the house, noticing each and every single thing left unfinished, undone, until he woul...