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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The patient’s condition has finally stabilized…*phew*
All vitals look normal. 7:45PM.
Good work everyone.
. . . . . .
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.
She looked to the stars above
With an aching heart tonight
“God, it hurts. It really hurts.”
Liquid diamond caressed her face
As it sparkled under the sky.
“Help me to do your will,”
The wind was a gentle hug
A warm embrace of a Father.
“For your promise is worth the wait.”
I don’t know if it’s good
or bad that I am used to you.
Your presence comforts me.
Your words make me cringe with delight.
Your effort to make everything alright.
My day ends and starts with you,
From Sunday to Tuesday through.
Wednesday to Saturday,
I just make do.
My hope is that
One day when this cycle ends,
You can still be
my best friend.
Love = me – how it’s like to feel alone
When it was my comfortable
I know what love can look like
Love = patience; waiting has flowered my barren garden with much more joy than I could ever ask for
Love when you challenge my capacity to embrace love
hurt = 0
Love when it doesn’t hurt me
Love mxltxplxes not d|v|des
love = God,
God = love,
then why you+me ≠ love?