I would love you for infinity. When I rose, the sun was shining right into my eyes through the white shades. I turned back, he was curled up next to me like a baby, sleeping soundly. He had silky skin like a flower's petal. There was no perfume in the entire world that I would choose over the sweetness of his body smell. I approach him to give him a long kiss on his adorable cheeks, and as he settles down, he grips me so tightly that I am unable to breathe. I lie there for the next 20 minutes unable to move beneath his powerful arm because he won't let me leave. He then switches sides and rotates around, but at that point my leg is beneath him and he is immobile. Sometimes I get the impression that he keeps me beneath his arms and legs because he doesn't want me to get out of bed before him. He is still asleep when I get up, make his favorite breakfast, take a shower, and return to the room. It's strange how innocent he seems when he's sleeping. I try to gently wak...

Do you want to be with someone for the rest of your life? Are you certain that everything will be coordinated with your partner? Your objectives, your professional path-everything-will be determined by their level of comfort.  Some people would agree, but others are still unwilling to give up their goals for just any random stranger, let alone any random stranger. Every chance only knocks once, and the same is true of every act of love. You won't experience the same level of love that you did with an ex. You won't experience the same abuse that you did from one of your ex-partners. So you have to take a chance. Individuals grow with time. Some of them appear to be the calmest people you have ever encountered, but soon transform into the creatures you have always been frightened to meet. Some people are the craziest people in the world, yet after time, their lives become dull. The spark in both categories was always present; all you needed to do was look at the bigger picture.. ...

 "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness." ~Charles Dickens When I met him, I was in my early twenties. He was the calm in the storm, the most sober guy I've met my entire life till date. He was the guy I have done all my crazy stuff with, my first cigarette, my first kiss, my first love, he was first in everything. He was the only guy who changed my mind for marriage. I never agreed on getting married to anyone. It was a completely nonsense act for me but my sober man, even changed that, because he was the best! It was both the finest and the worst of times when I first met him. Everything in my life was wonderful, but meeting him made it much better. Soon after I met him, he became my best buddy, and his sole enjoyable pastime was hearing my stories. We attended the same college where boarding dorms were required for all students. Our days and evenings together were spent laughing, enjoying on the Lib...

"With all the pain, her body was aching. Her wounds all appear to be quite nasty and deep. Even from one nail to another, she was unable to move. She has to be rescued as soon as possible. She doesn't know me, but I saw her, so I assume she's waiting for me," said the young, blonde girl named Petra. She witnessed the tragic event in her neighborhood, which disturbed her tranquilly. Petra’s neighbor was almost fifty years old, ragged man with no family or friends. He always seemed dark and mysterious. His filthy eyes buried many secrets in them that were hard to describe. Nobody ever tried to call police on him because he would eventually return and curse them to death. That day, the sun shined more than usual. Petra crawled beneath the fence, into the big, dirty ground he possessed. Looking for something interesting she roamed around knowing that nobody is at home, she found a broken window beneath the bunch of dead plants giving an insight to the basement. It sme...

  I lie down in the glass dome looking at the stars blooming with full brightness. I lie there still wondering if I could ever get a guy I always wished for. My fingers curling the loose hair placed on the soft pillow. Then he enters like a strong wind. I get up and look at the broad, wide body of this young man looking right up to me. He asks me if I am well, I couldn’t reply him. He walks down the stairs and come close to me. I am afraid, he asks me again and my trembling voice says “no”, the other second, I am on the floor. My lips bleeding and my face aching with the hardest slap I just received as a gift on my birthday. This man is a punishment from my family for loving my colleague who is younger than me. This man's wide body, black hair, dark eyes and a tough skin makes him look like a serial killer. I am his so called wife, a wife who is alive because my father wants me to exist so that nobody goes to hell. I’m chained in this dome for the past two years, no passer-bys, n...