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.

Featured photo by Daniel Tseng on Unsplash

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Dear future partner, I

I’ve always told myself to find someone who can stop and see the world with me— from sunset and sunrise. I always imagined that I’d be able to find someone who could walk at the same pace as I did when I breathed the whole world in; someone who could run with me just to feel the wind in my face and the thrill of my heart banging against my chest; someone who would do all this not just for me but because he craved the exact same thing that I did— to live life to the fullest.

Coming soon: 4 April Hike