There’s a water tank that we like to climb sometimes. I know, I know. It’s dangerous, but we always try to be careful. There was one summer I fell off the ladder and broke my arm in two places. My mother couldn’t stop yelling at me but it felt like I flew for two seconds.
Under the trees, with the sunlight making your face glow even brighter than your smile, I remember your arms wide open, ready for me. I ran towards you almost unable to contain my excitement. It would be like this every single day of my life. Ten years later, it still feels like the first time.
I’m not sure if you’d want to ask questions. But since Tumblr has this neat new function, I figured why not try it? I don’t want to post anything other than 55-word fiction (or sometimes non-fiction) here so I’ll answer questions right over here. (Also, I wasn’t sure if I could answer in just 55 words.)
Things could be better, but why do I stay? Because even with all the bad things, there is still one person I think of coming home to. Just one person who makes everything better. And though sometimes, we’ll have those awful days, I’d still choose getting through them with him than being on my own.
Hello, Tumblr friends. Thank you for following, liking, and reblogging. I’ll probably still post the occasional story here (not sure if I can still do it everyday). I just need to take more pictures again. Thank you for an awesome year. And yes, I made sure this has fifty five words. You can count, go ahead.
It had been a year. We made a promise we both probably couldn’t keep.
I wanted to cry when I came an hour late and he wasn’t there. My heart in my throat as I stood where I last saw him.
As I turned back, wiping away my tears, he put his arms around me.
Everyday when she wakes up, she thinks of the good things coming her way. She never takes no for an answer and always finds the good in people. She woke up to a sunny, cloudless day. Almost instantly, her lips curled up into a smile. It was going to be another one of those days.
Did you think it would all be okay someday? Did you think that after everything, we will still be the same people we used to be?
After today, I no longer know how I’ll walk out into that garden we built together without feeling my heart literally breaking. How could you do this to me?
