I simply had to share this with all my visitors. My friend Ross Long has such a complex way with words. He, often times, uncensored and powerful (both good and bad) can really speak volumes. He posted this (see below) on Facebook a few days ago with regards to his love, Jenna, and I felt it was incredibly beautiful and needed to be shared with others.
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She floats in and out of his memory like a vivid ghost. Yet she was far from dead. The memory of her digs into the creases of his mind.
He shifts positions, jams his fists into the pillow, and lets out a helpless and frustrated groan.
What will ever make these memories and thoughts finally dissipate? He does not have those answers, no one does.
But he closes his eyes and with a desperate thought of peace that someday these memories and thoughts of her will be covered by a new love, a better love, and he will never struggle with this vivid ghost again.
© Karin Cameron, 2011
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I know I’m in the deepest love with you because I’ve changed my life for you and you’ve changed yours for me.
I’ll stand in a lighting storm for you. I know.
When time away from you seems lonely and cold.
When we give it my all in this relationship, I know.
You have taken my heart and soul and I have taken yours.
When I know it’s only the beginning of it all.
When our fights and love battle at each other, I know.
Mistakes are forgotten, I know.
When we have extended more than a hand, shared more than a kiss, I know.
I LOVE YOU…I swear, actually I swear a lot at you, is that why you can’t tell that I LOVE YOU?
I LOVE YOU…I promise, actually I’ve broken promises, is that why you can’t tell that I LOVE YOU?
I LOVE YOU…I insist, really I do, does it not sound like I mean it when I say it, is that why you can’t tell that I LOVE YOU?
I LOVE YOU…I honestly do, actually I wasn’t always honest, is that why you can’t tell that I LOVE YOU?
Whether you believe that I LOVE YOU or you don’t, it won’t change…
Whether you believe that I LOVE YOU even if you don’t see it, it won’t change…
Whether you stay or you go…it won’t change…I’ll always LOVE YOU.
“I’m having a problem,” he said.
She waiting for more description, but it didn’t come.
“Can you solve your problem with a hammer?” she asked.
“It’d be awful messy,” he informed her.
“Can you solve your problem with a piece of candy?” she inquired.
“I would have to share,” he said. A frown appeared.
“Can you solve your problem with yelling and screaming?” she asked.
“One would think,” he said, shaking his head.
“Well I simply give up. I can’t help you solve your problem I guess,” she said and started to turn around.
He stopped her, placed his hand on her shoulder, and gently turned her back around. Pulling her close, he hugged her with all the strength of a hammer, with all the love of a sweet piece of candy, and with all the emotion of yelling and screaming.
***5 minute fiction extra*** What age is this couple???
The stack of red is rather high, but I toss mine in anyway. A few others slide down, like unstable tomatoes piled high at the grocery store. I’ve arrived sooner than one would’ve anticipated, but it looks like I’m not alone. A steady line of men and women slowly walk up to the pile and drop their hearts in, some more angry than others. Over time I can no longer see mine.
The wind hits the dust and we all cover our eyes, getting only glimpses of the sand caressing over the red pile. When the wind has passed and it’s calm once again, there are miles of small mounds covered in a dusting of sand.
“Where do we go now?” I ask a man to my right, rethinking the question…”What do we do now?”
The man laughs. “We go home and start all over again.”
(This is my first 5 mintue fiction story…more to come I’m sure. Hence the name…it’s something that I write in under 5 minutes)
Mom - school picture 1959
Every year when Mother’s Day comes rolling around, I usually, don’t even pay attention. I ignore the signs handing over the greeting card section, refrain from noticing the newspaper ads for Mother’s Day sales, and turn my back to others around me who are in a seemingly good mood about the upcoming Sunday.
Of course, it’s not to say I don’t remember Mother’s Day, the ones I spent with my momma. I know I got her gifts, homemade for the most part. I remember being sad, even guilty that I didn’t get her anything store-bought. Although I wanted to rather badly.
Mom in her barracks - date unknown
So every year, this day rolls on through and I think about what I would be able to buy her if she was here now. She wasn’t alive to see a DVD player, so I would buy her one, not a Blu-Ray though, she might think that was much too fancy, and rather ridiculous. I’d get her all the seasons of MASH on DVD, wrapping each box-set individually so she had more gifts to discover.
Mom - date unknown
I would take her to lunch, although I don’t know where she would like to go, or what meal she would pick from the menu. What would she order to drink? Maybe I could take her to the old-fashioned soda fountain shop, were we ate often. Maybe now she wouldn’t cry when she heard Mister Sandman on the old jukebox, like she used to.
Maybe her and I could walk along the beach. She never got to with me, she’d always sit in the car and watch through the windshield while someone else would take me out to the sand to look for shells and run through the edge of the foamy water.
I’d buy her, her favorite flowers, if I knew what they were. I’d take her on vacation, if I knew the places she loved.
- Mom and me
If she was here for Mother’s Day, I wouldn’t call her Momma, Mommy, or Mother. I’d call her Mom, nice and slow, all drawn out, like I never wanted the word to stop rolling off my tongue…like the sound, would keep her here…
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