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We were both friends.
She was there for me when I was lonely.
I was there for her as an open ear.
She was there to make me laugh.
I was there to make her smile.
We enjoyed each other’s company.
We shared secrets that we kept only to ourselves.
Our eyes focused on each other’s longer and longer.
We were both lovers.
Her body was a treasure.
Her silk-smooth skin came with so many curves.
Her eyes showed innocence and wonder.
Her smile made me want to kiss her.
Her mind was gentle and filled with wonders.
We weren't friends anymore, but secret lovers.
We were both enemies.
I was jealous what she has.
She was angry for my distant nature.
I was angry for her last minute secrets.
She was upset due to my misunderstandings.
We showed more fangs than smiles.
We exposed more tears than hugs.
We stopped calling each other all together.
We were both acquaintances.
She said Hi to me.
I gave a nod to her.
We spoke, but short.
We couldn't hug or look each other in the eyes anymore.
We spoke longer, mostly apologies.
We both became friends.
We decided to meet each other once again, being just friends. We knew that we cant express ourselves the way we wanted to anymore. We can’t be more than just friends anymore. It was hard. We both wanted the same thing. Our eyes told showed different emotions and restraints. Something big was going to happen to her in the future. Everything will change.
After we talked about us being just good friends, it started to rain hard and we were trapped in the park underneath my small umbrella. We cuddled close to each other; snuggling under the small piece of cover. I felt her breath on my wet shoulder and her shampoo upon my nose. Our arms were full, trying to protect each other’s bags from the downpour. Only our heads were dry, but our bodies soaked. It was a romantic moment, but ironic after we said we should just be "good friends"; a test from God or just very bad luck. We cuddle until the rain stops and I walk her home. We hugged each other, but I didn't want to let go. We can no longer be close anymore.
She is getting married on Saturday to her boyfriend. That rainy moment will be in my memory for the rest of my life.
...All I do is smile...
- Ookami Kemono
IronicRain © 2008 Alex Cockburn
She was there for me when I was lonely.
I was there for her as an open ear.
She was there to make me laugh.
I was there to make her smile.
We enjoyed each other’s company.
We shared secrets that we kept only to ourselves.
Our eyes focused on each other’s longer and longer.
We were both lovers.
Her body was a treasure.
Her silk-smooth skin came with so many curves.
Her eyes showed innocence and wonder.
Her smile made me want to kiss her.
Her mind was gentle and filled with wonders.
We weren't friends anymore, but secret lovers.
We were both enemies.
I was jealous what she has.
She was angry for my distant nature.
I was angry for her last minute secrets.
She was upset due to my misunderstandings.
We showed more fangs than smiles.
We exposed more tears than hugs.
We stopped calling each other all together.
We were both acquaintances.
She said Hi to me.
I gave a nod to her.
We spoke, but short.
We couldn't hug or look each other in the eyes anymore.
We spoke longer, mostly apologies.
We both became friends.
We decided to meet each other once again, being just friends. We knew that we cant express ourselves the way we wanted to anymore. We can’t be more than just friends anymore. It was hard. We both wanted the same thing. Our eyes told showed different emotions and restraints. Something big was going to happen to her in the future. Everything will change.
After we talked about us being just good friends, it started to rain hard and we were trapped in the park underneath my small umbrella. We cuddled close to each other; snuggling under the small piece of cover. I felt her breath on my wet shoulder and her shampoo upon my nose. Our arms were full, trying to protect each other’s bags from the downpour. Only our heads were dry, but our bodies soaked. It was a romantic moment, but ironic after we said we should just be "good friends"; a test from God or just very bad luck. We cuddle until the rain stops and I walk her home. We hugged each other, but I didn't want to let go. We can no longer be close anymore.
She is getting married on Saturday to her boyfriend. That rainy moment will be in my memory for the rest of my life.
...All I do is smile...
- Ookami Kemono
IronicRain © 2008 Alex Cockburn
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 718 x 937px
File Size 605.2 kB
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You are too good at these stories...
This one really hit home for som reason
I guess....simply because Ive been there, know what its like, to see someone you love, loving someone else.
And you want to be happy for them....and you try to be, but all you can think is "why couldnt it have been me?"
And the same questions repeat, over and over again
And the same sad scene plays out in your head
And they haunt your dreams....your waking hours fill with thoughts of them....and...Im waxing poetic.
Lovely.
This one really hit home for som reason
I guess....simply because Ive been there, know what its like, to see someone you love, loving someone else.
And you want to be happy for them....and you try to be, but all you can think is "why couldnt it have been me?"
And the same questions repeat, over and over again
And the same sad scene plays out in your head
And they haunt your dreams....your waking hours fill with thoughts of them....and...Im waxing poetic.
Lovely.
The art just completely stood out from my sea of submissions... then I read the story.
It's moments like these when you wonder what could have been, if life's trying to tell you something... your heart screams for you to follow your feelings, the consequences be damned... but it could never be... could it? And hope to god your brain is right and your heart is wrong... but there is never peace... the memory creeps up like a whisper... that maybe it wasn't life that was cruel, but the way we chose to live it...
It's moments like these when you wonder what could have been, if life's trying to tell you something... your heart screams for you to follow your feelings, the consequences be damned... but it could never be... could it? And hope to god your brain is right and your heart is wrong... but there is never peace... the memory creeps up like a whisper... that maybe it wasn't life that was cruel, but the way we chose to live it...
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