convenient love story

She walks into a convenience store and sees a familiar face. With that wickedly charming smile, he holds up a strange device— like a child with a new toy. “What the heck is that supposed to be?”, her pain temporarily soothed by his jester. “Isn’t it cool? I needed a new shaver,” he laughs. In spite of the laughter, she fights a wave of tears. It lasts a microsecond but his earnest concern sees through her veneer as if asking her, “You okay?”, with his intense brown eyes. No words are needed. She can’t help but give him a tight squeeze and bury her face in his chest. He squeezes back and pulls away. “Why you so sad all the time?” In a sheepish voice she whispers, “Is it that obvious?” “I just know. Now cheer up sunshine,” as he gently runs his fingers through her hair, “that look doesn’t suit you.” “But if you need more time,…I’ll let you shave my hair off and we can watch it grow back.” Finally, laughter bursts through the crystals of tears that had formed around her eyes, erasing any trace if being there. He smiles and pats her head, “Let’s go home.”


Hope you have enjoyed reading. Thank you for indulging my fictional writing. It’s been a while.

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monitor the condition

The patient’s condition has finally stabilized…*phew*

All vitals look normal. 7:45PM.

Good work everyone.

. . . . . .

What’s happening?

I’m not sure, but it was alright a minute ago! The readings are everywhere, she might go into a relapse. Her heart rate is erratic!!

I need a dose of 200mg of peace and 500mg of faith. STAT.

On it! …Patient’s condition is worsening.

Maintain the airway and breathing, we’re not going to lose that easily. Hold on, I see the source of the haemorrhaging. It’s much deeper than we thought.

Must have ruptured from the previous procedure yesterday.

Everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be…

Heart rate is declining back to normal. I wonder what’s wrong today?

Didn’t she just go for healing treatment at the Ministry of Acute Specialised Surgery unit? The damage must have been pretty bad.

 

about Love

One

Love = me – how it’s like to feel alone

When it was my comfortable

Two

Love (shown)

I know what love can look like

Three

Love = patience; waiting has flowered my barren garden with much more joy than I could ever ask for

Four

Love+me> me

Love when you challenge my capacity to embrace love

Five

hurt = 0

Love when it doesn’t hurt me

Six

Love mxltxplxes not d|v|des

Seven

Given

love = God,

God = love,

then why you+me ≠ love?

Are we

wrong

about

Love?