He became different. Maybe it's also the reason why our love became different. We only talk when it's needed. He doesn't initiates our conversation anymore. I always do. We only kiss and hug each other occasionally. Heck, I can even count it with my fingers now unlike in the past. I can't remember when's the last time we ate together. Oh right, that's when Sungyeol hyung's birthday bash which was.. Uhmmm.. Two months ago.. The worst thing is that I don't even know why it happened. It just occurred? Is that even possible? Suddenly, you fall out of love? "Good morning." I greeted as I saw my lover woke up. His expressionless face greeted me like the usual. Even so, you can't deny his face is still gorgeous as ever. He stood up from 'our' bed. Emptiness. His body may be here yet, I'm feeling that he's forced to do it. Maybe I'm just thinking too much? How I wish I am. I looked at our apartment. It used to be so bright and dazzling. Now, it's dull and cold. Somehow, indifferent.. "Will you eat breakfast?" I asked with a smile. He quickly shook his head and headed outside. Without those cheesy and cute goodbyes. Which I miss. I really don't know when this cold treatment of his started. A year? Or maybe, my heart and mind got numb because of this that I even forgot. In spite of that, why does it feel like I'm being in this for centuries? Will this even end? I’m still waiting. Waiting for the chance for him to change again. Then again, why do I feel it's already futile? I'm uncertain if I can hold on any longer. "Welcome back home! I made you din-" "I'm not hungry." I did my best to keep my smile up, trying to keep my composure. He m... ... middle of paper ... ...loving that person. Actually, i'm thankful that he did that. He made me stronger by breaking my heart. He gave me a better and new start. Love. Love is such a wonderful thing. I think love is a very precious thing because even if it hurts you, it will eventually be the one who heals you." "Thank you very much, Sungjong-sshi!" "I think this interview turned into some kind of love talk or something..." I laughed. All of them laughed. "Once again, this is Lee Sungjong-sshi. One of the successful entrepreneur in Korea! I hope you had fun today!" "Oh yes, I did." I smiled. "Oh sure!" The MC nodded. If ever we meet again in the near future. I'll only say three words. Thank You, Myungsoo-ah. Hello everyone! Thanks for reading! I'm sorry for the wrong grammars because English is not my native language.. :) Hope you like it! XD
“For God’s sake,” he said, not turning round. “Don’t make supper for me. I’m going out.”
I then sat him up in bed and made sure he was comfortable. Mr. Brown smiles and commented on what a good job I had done, which made me feel confident and appreciated.
"You know what? I don't feel very hungry anymore. Why don't you take that pizza back?" I asked.
“It’s okay, I’m sure you will get more food soon! Try and look on the bright side.” Nellie said patting her on the back.
A New Literacy Age in American Society Super Sad True Love Story by Gary Shteyngart depicts a futuristic American society dominated by media. Technology is their most precious process, everything revolves around their äppärät. Everyone is ranked based on their attractiveness and wealth. Most people want to stay young and live longer. Any written artifacts are almost non-existent, and literacy is not the same as before.
When I was younger my parents would read me fairy tales about the Disney princesses and how the man would rescue the woman, they would fall in love and live happily ever after. Obviously as I child I would think of love that way. I though you would meet a strong handsome man he would save you whenever you were in trouble, you fall in love marry, and live happily ever after. When I was in second and third grade the Cheetah girls movie came out and they were very popular. They had this song called Cinderella and the lyrics said “that fairy tale life wasn’t for me…I don’t want to be like Cinderella waiting for a guy to rescue me I rather rescue myself.” I remember singing that song when I was eight and nine and as I grew older I started to see
“There’s my lovely wife,” he said, as he kissed her cheek. He sat down at the head of the table and looked in my sister’s direction. I was happy to see my dad in a good mood. The shower must have worked.
"You look like you want to ask a quesiton, so you might as well ask it while we have some relative peace and quiet" He stated, his focus going to his food as he continued to eat, though his ears were all for
All of my life, until I was eighteen years old, I didn’t understand the concept of grieving. Grief just hasn’t been something I’ve ever had to experience before. Because of my lack of experience I had no understanding of what grieving felt like. All of his changed for me on July 29th.
“Yeah, thanks dude.” I pushed him out of the room. I was so looking forward to a real breakfast that I slip down the banister railing instead of using the stairs.
My heart was beating loud and fast in my chest. It was getting harder and harder to keep myself above the icy water and my body was slowly shutting down. I tried to fight back by thrashing my arms and legs around but I quickly got tired and my limbs were going numb. Screaming was no use as it barley sounded like there was any noise escaping my mouth.
The fairy tales say that once upon a time a girl met a boy; they fell in love, and lived happily ever after. Reality is not that simple. Long-term relationships force couples to get to know each other, involve themselves in each others’ worlds, fight through the hard times, and eventually develop deeper connections through distinctive stages of Knapp’s relationship model. Although I have dated the same person for over two years, the stages of our communication make it seem as though I am now dating a different person following dissolution and subsequent repair. However, even the most exhilarating of roller coaster rides develop through a combination of ups and downs, much like the stages of a relationship.
The moment I walked in the building, my world suddenly collapsed. I realized, I was in the wrong place. I came from Benedict College, and here I am, attending the University of South Carolina. How could this possibly be right? How did I get here? Could I possibly survive in this new environment? These are the questions that played over and over again, in my head, as I slowly walked through the hallways. When I arrived in the Exploring Diversity and Social Justice in Social Work Practice class, I was excessively hesitant. My emotions were everywhere, because I did not know what to expect. I was unsure if I would fit in or if I would stand out. Overall, I was unsure if I lacked the knowledge and skills to be in this illustrious program.
I am stuck in a world of thoughts, distracted with emotions, as my pen bleeds words of sorrow. Pain and
After a lifetime of abuse and mistrust, I have finally found someone who is proud of my strength and independence, although he sometimes wishes I was little more dependent on him, when asked what it is that he loves the most about me, he says “my strength”.