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"Hey! What're you scribbling on your notebook?"
"Nothing."
"It's always nothing. Com'n, tell me." With that she snatched the notebook from him and caught him offguard. She was only able to read the first few words that he snatched it back from her.
"Love doesn't exist?" She asked in a confused tone
"It's nothing alright!"
"It is something. What are you not telling me?"
"I said it's NOTHING" a rage in his voice. She was taken aback by his anger that she couldn't reply in fear.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of reacted the way I did."
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"The thing is I don't want people to know how I feel about things."
"You can tell me. You know you can trust me. Please tell me. I want to help you. How can you say love doesn't exist. What about your mom? A mom always loves her child."
"My mom left me and my dad when I was five for another man." His reply was cold.
"I'm sorry. I....I didn't know. But your dad loves you right?"
"Since my mom left, he has never been the same. He never talks to me. I guess I am an unwanted reminder to him of my mom and even if he does he just finds things to complain about how I did them wrong, so mostly I live with my grandparents."
"So do your grandparents care?"
"My grandmother is very ill, so my grandfather is always by her side. They don't pay much attention to me."
"That's why you don't believe in love?"
"Yes..."
"Well, your dad loved your mom that's why he isn't the same as he used to be so see he loves her and your grandfather after soo many years still loves your grandmother. Don't you see love does exist. And you know? There is one person who loves you dearly. Just give her a chance to show you what love really is."
He knew who she was talking about. "So does she really love me?"
"Yes."
"Tell her I love her too." And for once he actually smiled.
Love is present for everyone. One way or the other they'll find it. So never lose hope. If you think no one loves you, remember God loves you.
"Nothing."
"It's always nothing. Com'n, tell me." With that she snatched the notebook from him and caught him offguard. She was only able to read the first few words that he snatched it back from her.
"Love doesn't exist?" She asked in a confused tone
"It's nothing alright!"
"It is something. What are you not telling me?"
"I said it's NOTHING" a rage in his voice. She was taken aback by his anger that she couldn't reply in fear.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of reacted the way I did."
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"The thing is I don't want people to know how I feel about things."
"You can tell me. You know you can trust me. Please tell me. I want to help you. How can you say love doesn't exist. What about your mom? A mom always loves her child."
"My mom left me and my dad when I was five for another man." His reply was cold.
"I'm sorry. I....I didn't know. But your dad loves you right?"
"Since my mom left, he has never been the same. He never talks to me. I guess I am an unwanted reminder to him of my mom and even if he does he just finds things to complain about how I did them wrong, so mostly I live with my grandparents."
"So do your grandparents care?"
"My grandmother is very ill, so my grandfather is always by her side. They don't pay much attention to me."
"That's why you don't believe in love?"
"Yes..."
"Well, your dad loved your mom that's why he isn't the same as he used to be so see he loves her and your grandfather after soo many years still loves your grandmother. Don't you see love does exist. And you know? There is one person who loves you dearly. Just give her a chance to show you what love really is."
He knew who she was talking about. "So does she really love me?"
"Yes."
"Tell her I love her too." And for once he actually smiled.
Love is present for everyone. One way or the other they'll find it. So never lose hope. If you think no one loves you, remember God loves you.
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Love
It's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship o
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I tried
I tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p
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Promise Me
If I tied you to a tree
Told you to stay if you love me
Would I some day return to see
Your skeleton still there for me
Or would you be like everybody
And just abandon me?
If I beat you, almost to death
But then nursed you back to health
Would you love me like your breath
Or view me as the theft to your soul wealth?
If I tied you to a tree
Begged you to never leave me
Would you still try to get free
Never wanting to be near me
Or would you wait and see
If you're the one for me?
If I broke your bones,
Struck you with stones,
Then left you alone,
Would your heart still be my home?
If I tied you to a tree
Commanded you to wa
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Oh well. I don't know. 100 theme challenge.
I wrote this in my urdu class.
I don't know what to say about the story but honestly, even though I wrote this. I don't believe love exists.
Tell me what you think. If you don't like it, please tell me what didn't you like because honestly, I have nothing more in my life than writing.. So i really do want to improve.
Also for 's "Fortnightly Theme - What Is love"
I wrote this in my urdu class.
I don't know what to say about the story but honestly, even though I wrote this. I don't believe love exists.
Tell me what you think. If you don't like it, please tell me what didn't you like because honestly, I have nothing more in my life than writing.. So i really do want to improve.
Also for 's "Fortnightly Theme - What Is love"
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Beautiful! Really beautiful!~^^