Short NonFiction Story
The Love of Time
As time flows to its own rhythm, I reside flowing along with it. Many would say that once you find true love, you must hold it tight as if you're never letting it go. Stop time so that nothing could keep the two of you apart. What saddens me is I have no choice but to leave her behind to wait for me for when I come back to greet her with arms wide open. The day I met her was the most beautiful memory my mind could encounter. “Feet falling steps towards a purple entrance, A wondrous sight besieged my eyes. A beauty unfound me until that very moment, was undoubtedly a lovely surprise. Just as the oceans tinges copper, upon the horizon being gently kissed by dusk. Your mesmerizing hair, falling gently upon your shoulders. Giving way for my heart to rush. Though beauty unrivaled without a doubt no match, we embrace ourselves together. Our auras met and enveloped us, so analogous that it was one. Our very contact brought assurance of unfathomable happiness. Spending sunsets apon skinners, or simply grabbing a bite to eat, merely being within your presence is a melting pot of happiness.” We spend wonderous nights together, watching the sun fall behind the mountains of the small town we reside in. Every night was a new adventure. As I get off the bus to greet her in the lot across the downtown station, I know there’s a new journey awaiting us. We sit upon the mountain top and stare into each others eyes as if it were a whole world swimming throughout the wonderful color of her eyes. Her green eyes are like a vast jungle, but when you look closer, there's brown specs just like the beautiful ones on her face. They’re just like stars, but tell a beautiful story of her world. And finally, the hint of light blue surrounding the green jungle, just like it were an island. So beautiful, so unique. Nothing close to any eyes I’ve gazed upon. The true world I wish to live in.
For days on end we chat face to face, but behind the lit screen these days people call a phone. It’s only a glass and metal frame that make her up, but it’s not truly her. I want to be able to hold her as if I never want to let go and brush through her hair, knowing she didn’t do it herself. It’s a beautiful sunset golden red hair that shines a bright orange when it hits sunlight. When we walk around the small town we live in, he hair catches the light that shines through the gaps between the buildings. This attracts a lot of attention, more than she is aware of, or she purposely ignores it. She amazes me everyday with how she presents herself. Though she still is younger than me, she presents herself as older at times. She is very mature, but she still suffers. Because she presents herself as mature and never complains, she still hurts inside and no one is able to tell, she trapped. She picks her head up everyday and paints on the beauty ads, just to come home and cry it off everyday. She may look perfect to me, but to her, she she believes not. It hurts to see her go through the pain of being herself, she should enjoy life. Instead she is just trying to survive through it. Her mind keeps her from stepping out of her own mind, she must fight it before she gets the confidence to go out and face normal day life. The darkness she surrounds herself with is amazingly impossible to survive. I sit there with her to listen to her pain, she knows I am here. But sometimes, I feel like she’s in a glass box. Though she can hear me, she needs contact. She needs to be able to know that there is someone willing to break that box. I know that person has to be me, I need to break that glass box that surrounds her and keeps her from leaving that state of mind. But now, I must go. I have no choice, I would stay here forever and be there for her if I could. To start our life, I must take a big step, for her, for me, for the future. Now I must travel miles apart, for I am a soldier. I will stand for her, I will survive training for her, and I will be back for her.
As time flows to its own rhythm, I reside flowing along with it. Many would say that once you find true love, you must hold it tight as if you're never letting it go. Stop time so that nothing could keep the two of you apart. What saddens me is I have no choice but to leave her behind to wait for me for when I come back to greet her with arms wide open. The day I met her was the most beautiful memory my mind could encounter. “Feet falling steps towards a purple entrance, A wondrous sight besieged my eyes. A beauty unfound me until that very moment, was undoubtedly a lovely surprise. Just as the oceans tinges copper, upon the horizon being gently kissed by dusk. Your mesmerizing hair, falling gently upon your shoulders. Giving way for my heart to rush. Though beauty unrivaled without a doubt no match, we embrace ourselves together. Our auras met and enveloped us, so analogous that it was one. Our very contact brought assurance of unfathomable happiness. Spending sunsets apon skinners, or simply grabbing a bite to eat, merely being within your presence is a melting pot of happiness.” We spend wonderous nights together, watching the sun fall behind the mountains of the small town we reside in. Every night was a new adventure. As I get off the bus to greet her in the lot across the downtown station, I know there’s a new journey awaiting us. We sit upon the mountain top and stare into each others eyes as if it were a whole world swimming throughout the wonderful color of her eyes. Her green eyes are like a vast jungle, but when you look closer, there's brown specs just like the beautiful ones on her face. They’re just like stars, but tell a beautiful story of her world. And finally, the hint of light blue surrounding the green jungle, just like it were an island. So beautiful, so unique. Nothing close to any eyes I’ve gazed upon. The true world I wish to live in.
For days on end we chat face to face, but behind the lit screen these days people call a phone. It’s only a glass and metal frame that make her up, but it’s not truly her. I want to be able to hold her as if I never want to let go and brush through her hair, knowing she didn’t do it herself. It’s a beautiful sunset golden red hair that shines a bright orange when it hits sunlight. When we walk around the small town we live in, he hair catches the light that shines through the gaps between the buildings. This attracts a lot of attention, more than she is aware of, or she purposely ignores it. She amazes me everyday with how she presents herself. Though she still is younger than me, she presents herself as older at times. She is very mature, but she still suffers. Because she presents herself as mature and never complains, she still hurts inside and no one is able to tell, she trapped. She picks her head up everyday and paints on the beauty ads, just to come home and cry it off everyday. She may look perfect to me, but to her, she she believes not. It hurts to see her go through the pain of being herself, she should enjoy life. Instead she is just trying to survive through it. Her mind keeps her from stepping out of her own mind, she must fight it before she gets the confidence to go out and face normal day life. The darkness she surrounds herself with is amazingly impossible to survive. I sit there with her to listen to her pain, she knows I am here. But sometimes, I feel like she’s in a glass box. Though she can hear me, she needs contact. She needs to be able to know that there is someone willing to break that box. I know that person has to be me, I need to break that glass box that surrounds her and keeps her from leaving that state of mind. But now, I must go. I have no choice, I would stay here forever and be there for her if I could. To start our life, I must take a big step, for her, for me, for the future. Now I must travel miles apart, for I am a soldier. I will stand for her, I will survive training for her, and I will be back for her.