Posts tagged ‘romance’

2018, February 23

Dear Friday, 23.February.2018

All I can say today, is that I received the best advice four years ago when I first started working in IT. 

“Get to know that guy, he’s a nice person. He’ll help you.” 

That guy is my boyfriend of four years to the day, and I am the luckiest to have met him and have him by my side.

Thank you!

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2013, December 27

Right there, waiting – by Estrella Azul

It was an unexpected question.
Her cheeks turned red. But not just from the cold as she tore open his letter standing next to her mailbox on the chilly December evening.

Once inside, she snuggled up with her self-assigned cup of cozy in hand – s’mores hot chocolate – and pulled a pillow onto her lap to steady the notebook on.
Her gaze seemed absent as her handmade notebook cover adorned with hundreds of multicolored beads reflected the bright white twinkling lights of the Christmas tree next to the couch.

She stared into distant memories of a moment long lost ten years ago.
Even when both hearts are ready, if one fails to recognize the magic of that moment, it will pass. She had learned that by now.

Squeezing her pen, she began to write the words in her best cursive.
It wasn’t easy. She kept seeing his face. It showed up when she wrote the date in the left hand corner. It appeared when she wrote the title of her new flash fiction piece on the right side.

Everything would be alright soon, she told herself. Four more weeks until she would see him again – not an imagined face that time.

She would be right there, waiting.

2011, March 16

Speaking volumes – by Estrella Azul

He had never met anyone quite like her.
He was content in his current relationship but something was missing; he sometimes wondered if he had made the right choice.
She was a wonderful friend, so easy to be around, and the person he became around her, himself, forced him to think of what he really wanted: a relationship where he was appreciated even for simply being there, a relationship he needn’t hide from anyone, a relationship that wasn’t perfect yet he couldn’t imagine living without.
He felt confused, yet more sure than ever. He didn’t want to settle anymore.

He wanted her!

Before he left, she invited him back to visit. That was his only ray of hope, but could only casually accept so as not to purposefully hurt his girlfriend back home, her, and himself.
However, he didn’t know how she felt. He couldn’t tell if she was only being nice and polite to a foreign man she had just met, or if she started sharing his emerging feelings.
He left, holding all the memories of their moments spent together closed deeply away in his heart.

***

After his departure she felt a hole in her heart – she couldn’t stop thinking of him.
The memory of his kiss on her cheek still lingered with her; something which had never happened before.
She typed countless emails she never sent, fearing it might have only been a crush.

It wasn’t.

She typed up and sent a quick email, casually reassuring him he would be sorely missed and invited him to visit her anytime he was ready to.

***

As he read her email, he understood even the words she hadn’t typed out.

Published today for the “Hone Your Skills Blogfest” hosted by Charity Bradford and Rosie Connolly

2009, December 12

Star of all time – by Estrella Azul

Her eighty three year old hand shook as she popped in "Some like it hot" just for the company. She sat by the window and watched it rain.

A tear traveled from her eye down her beautiful wrinkled face landing on her once blonde hair.

The movie lines reminded her of the past.

Of her past life, her husband, their life together. Somehow she didn’t recall all the fighting while they were married, but could clearly see in her mind’s eye all the wonderful moments they had spent together after he rescued her that summer of 1962.

He knew it would mean hiding the truth for the rest of his life, leading a double life just to keep her safe, putting up with investigation, reporters, paparazzi, conspiracy theories and much more.

But he was fine with it.

He was happy to be with the only woman he ever really loved, fortunate he got the chance to be the husband he should’ve been all along, leaving behind jealousy and misunderstandings.

Even now, years after his death she still missed him.

Some days were harder than others but in the end one thought, one sentence that she could vividly recall had the power to keep her going.

Until now.

She closed her eyes and saw Joe smiling at her, he held out his arms to her and said:

“ It’s okay star of my life, we will be together forever now. I love you Marilyn!”

2009, November 14

The Lake – by Estrella Azul

She looked around. The sky slowly turned grey from the strong blue it was when she had arrived.

Sitting on the pier, staring at the waves, listening to the frogs croak she felt overwhelmed. Thoughts and memories were rushing into her head one after another each stopping for only a moment… making her think of nothing and everything all at the same time.

Even though this wasn’t the lake in the mountains that she dreamed of escaping to it was still her lake, her hiding place.

Her beautiful lake, surrounded by Weeping Willows like the one next to the pier where she sat down.

The lovely willow almost seemed as if its sole purpose was to reflect her mood after the summer night breeze had dried her tears.

She just sat staring at the water.

The dancing waves often made her dizzy and forced her to look away for a second, yanking her back to reality.

A reality far too complicated and harsh, and one that kept her from achieving all that she wanted.

She didn’t even want much, she thought, so how was it possible that so many years went by and still … no change, nothing.

Listing the good and bad things that have happened made her wonder can only a few good things, kind people, semi-satisfied life and love really make a difference among the infinity of sad happenings, shattered dreams, jealous people, hatred and death?

Looking at her hand she jolted as she noticed her engagement ring was gone.

The wonderful ring which made all the difference in her relationship, which showed her fiancé’s undying love… undying…

But was it?

She burst into tears again.

Panic slowly took over as she looked back at the waves – could it be? She jumped up and walked around the pier looking for the ring, hoping at least that would not be taken away from her so soon, fearing that without it she’ll forget how to smile sometimes even if she’d rather cry forever, look away when she’d rather shout, stay put even if she’d rather run as far as possible.

Today when thoughts of her former life made her feel hopeless, confused and depressed that ring had kept her from running further than the lake.

The lake… the place where she and her fiancé first met. The pier where she even now frantically searched for her missing ring was the very place where they had their first kiss.

Where they often came back and ate ice cream just like on their first date, where they took photos, laughed and planned their life together.

Where he kneeled and asked her to be his wife and presented her with that beautiful ring.

The lake… where it all began.

She looked again at her shaking hand and stared at the ringless finger and the all too visible scar, a never-fading reminder of the car crash.

And…

She was afraid.

Afraid she’d forget how to live without her engagement ring when she hasn’t yet learned how to live without her fiancé.

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