I feel as much as I think. I do both excessively.

Month: July, 2012


by avrillorenzo

A warm breeze blew through her hair as the late afternoon sun gently painted the scene before her. The park was oddly empty as she stood and watched the trees dance and the waters of the lake ripple here and there. She sighed and raised her hand to the sun. She opened and closed her hands, spread her fingers to let the sunlight dance between them. After a while of standing, she sat down on the slightly damp grass and hugged her knees to her.

She wore a very solemn expression on her face graced with tear tracks along her cheeks. They just had the biggest fight in their whole relationship. It scared her how much their story was somewhat resembling a tragedy.

It was only a few minutes when somebody sat down beside her. She looked to her right then looked up to the orange sky with hints of pink and mauve, her lips pressed in a thin line. The person sitting beside her spoke.

“I love this time of day. It’s like the sky compensates for the end of the day by making everything majestically beautiful. I’d take the end if it’s always going to be this way.”

“But would you really settle for the end?”

“Maybe. As the saying goes, ‘all good things come to an end’.”

“What if the end isn’t as lovely as you want it to be? What if it’s the start and the middle that’s beautiful?”

“Then I wouldn’t take it in the first place if the end’s going to be horrible.”

“I guess that’s why you’re with me, aren’t you?”

“I guess so. The start of our story was never made of fairytale magic. It started out bad. We were always at each other’s throats. It’s pretty funny, if you ask me. Looking back, I never expected we would go far. Our story isn’t perfect, isn’t wonderful and nobody expected us to get this far. But what’s amazing about it is that in the end, it’s us together. And that’s the most beautiful thing I have ever come across with in my entire life. Having such an awful story made me flip the pages until I reached the end. Because I think happy endings make more sense when it’s not expected. It’s not just a happy ending, but a beautiful one.”

He took her hand and laced their fingers together. She looked at him and squeezed his hand gently.

“You know, I think I’m starting to like this part of the day.”

He brought their hands to his lips and kissed them.

Everything was perfect. The park was filtered orange and set a beautiful contrast to the lush greens. She couldn’t help but smile. The engagement was back on.


Upbeat, poppy summer songs on summer love.

by avrillorenzo

I’m at home. It’s nearly midnight and I’m not finished with the things I have to do for tomorrow and for the past hour I’ve been mindlessly browsing online and checking my phone every minute. Yes, it’s been a while for me to be doing the latter. But, voila! Here I am. I just checked my phone.. Hmm. No reply yet.

Ok, so here’s the thing. I have a new text mate. And yes, I just met him today. Sounds creepy, right? Well, for some people probably. But I’m pretty much used to it with the amount of exposure I’ve had to creepy. – Oh hello, my phone beeped – Ok, where was I? Ah, yes. Creepy. So yeah. It’s not creepy at all for me since we have mutual friends and I hung-out with him for two hours.

I was with a friend and we were studying. Well, supposed to be. I was distracted and distracting. Then, out of nowhere, he came over to our table and sat with us. He and my friend talked a little before I was introduced to him. Small talk is protocol when you meet new people. – Fast break. Phone beeped – Done. So, yeah.. Protocol. Then after that, we went back to studying.

All of a sudden, my friend told me that he missed me and we haven’t caught up with each other’s lives yet. And since I was given an avenue to talk in the library, I started telling my friend of my summer escapades. Just not to make my new acquaintance feel awkward, I told him that he could listen to my story. I’m not exactly worried my story would spread. It doesn’t matter anyway. But I’ll post the story of my summer escapades some other time.

So, yeah. I told my story and we just started talking freely. My friend left us after a while since the topic became him after my recount of my oh so eventful summer. He got all awkward and i-don’t-want-to-talk-about-it, so he left. Then, me and the new guy talked a lot and then eventually we made plans to have a few beers next week. Fast, right? But that’s just how I flow. Heh. So, with that.. We exchanged digits. – Speaking of digits. A text! –

After a while, we left the library to head on home. While we walked to where they were to get a ride, we still talked and then we sort of made plans to jog next week. Though with this, we didn’t really talk about it. It was just mentioned in passing. Ok. So, yeah.. Eventually we separated ways.

When I was exactly in front of my place, my phone beeped. I got a text, from the new guy. He said he was enchanted to meet me in French. ‘Enchanté’ and then take care. And that’s how this all started. – Phone beeped –

We’ve exchanged 112 messages as of 12:16 am. And, no.. I didn’t actually count the number of messages. It just so happens that there’s a message log/counter on my phone.

I’m not really sure how I feel about it. But here’s a clue.. This whole thing with the new guy has got me listening to upbeat, poppy summer songs on summer love. And where I’m from, it’s not summer.