Ghosts

Have you ever noticed that after a fallout with someone you loved, suddenly everything around you turns into a constant reminder of them? Everyone seems to have that same name, that same hairstyle, that same smile; every street, every corner seems to have your memories; every song, every movie sounds like they’re about your story. You lie awake at night, reliving the past, filling the future with images of you together, all the while knowing deep in your bleeding heart that it never will be real again.

Can It Happen?

It wasn’t even a question you used often. For all I can remember, you only asked me that twice, but perhaps those were the only two times that mattered. Do you remember? It feels like yesterday, but so many things have already happened.

Letter to You

Hey you,

Sleep Well, My Heart

The journey is not even half way over, but I know it feels like millenniums have passed, and we still have hundreds of thousands of miles left to go.

Sỏi Đá Cũng Cần Có Nhau

 

The Vietnamese phrase translates to: “Even rocks and pebbles need each other.”

I used to think that being in a relationship was overrated. I saw girls flaunting themselves at boys, desperately trying to get their attention; I saw girls sighing woefully, dreaming away the day, wondering why they hadn’t found The One; I saw girls crying, throwing tantrums, breaking down, falling apart over fights and disagreements with their significant other. I saw

I’m Sorry, I Love You

That’s usually what couples say to one another while making up after a fight or argument, but since we’re in a gray zone where it’s more than like and less than love, where it’s hard to explain and I don’t really know how to describe it, I’ll just say “I’m sorry, I [insert extremely positive and heart-warming emotions and feelings here] you.”

Dear Diary

It would appear that the human subordinate has acquired a new companion. He brought her back along with only a couple of bags so I assume that her stay is not permanent. The family seemed to welcome her presence and the subordinate looked distinctively happy and cheerful to have her around.

Whispers of the Wind

As I was sitting out on the porch last night – bathing in the soft, silver moon light and feeling the late October midnight dew settling on my skin – Zephyrus the West wind swept down by my side and sighed, ever so gentle, ever so forlorn.

Finality

How long has it been? Four, almost five months now? It’s about time to let go, isn’t it? In fact, this whole thing has already been overdue ever since the moment your eyes went cold. I was holding onto nothing.

Rendezvous and Dispersion

I finally mustered up enough courage to unpack the last box of my things. It has been quite a while since I got back, yet as soon as I opened it, the smell of home gushed out and before I even knew it, I was fighting back tears. Feelings and memories came rushing back like a tidal wave, washing over me and pulling me under, back to the place where you were mine, and I was yours alone.