Friday, May 31, 2013
“It’s ok, employers really only look at the grades for the classes in your major.”
Ama gestured with her hands at the entire wall. "There's just stars!"
"Not just stars! They have tails too!"
Ama shook her head and smiled. "And?"
"Well, look! These stars used to be separated, and then they joined up here." His pointing with the brush was so excited that he risked plotting bits of yellow all over his painting. "And here, this star orbited around the whole lot! Then they all separated here."
"Ah." Ama paused. The room grew quiet. "I see. Isn't that vague?"
"It's OK. I'll write about them later, and then all my writings will make sense."
"He wants a dance," Gregory thought. He grew solemn. "To dance, one has to think about the other person, and step in time with them. One has to become involved. If I involve myself farther than I ought, then Dirs and I will become a new identity. I won't be Gregory.
"Ah, brilliant. If I don't, Tiffany will take my place. Then he wins."
Gregory walked toward Dirs. With every step, Gregory's face became like a mask, unchanging and guarded. He was becoming the partner Dirs hoped he would be, and after this dance, neither would be the same again.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
I found your lisp more attractive than naught.
Little by little every minuscule spot in my heart was filled up with thoughts and feelings towards and of you.
It was funny how everything played out. In fact, it kind of went down like I imagined a fairy tale would.
I became lost in a strange feeling I couldn't quite describe. Yet, while I was stumbling over words, you knew exactly how you felt.
So you left. I can't say I blame you, either.
But, I have my heart back now, you know.
My hands hover over the keyboard. This is it. This is the last line to the closing letter of this friendship. How can I tell you that I'm thankful for the hurt? How can I tell you I'm stronger now than I've ever been? How can I tell you, you made my happier times happier because of the tears and the heartache?