A reflective poem about the difference between performed love and genuine love. It explores how someone can say all the right things, appear gentle and safe, yet still leave emotional emptiness behind—revealing that real love is proven not by words, but by what remains when the performance ends.

Into the voice of nothingness. This is where souls meet when greeted by spirits/souls when we collide with love, passion, or death.

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This short love story is about how a Bangladeshi-Canadian woman finds love in Korea, with a Korean man, and despite their cultural and ethnic differences, this short story is a reminder that no matter how big the barriers they have, their love will overcome them every step of the way. This is a Valentine's Day treat for all international K-Drama and K-POP fans out there.

This story is from 2019, a lot has happened in the intervening years, and I'm in a different place One moment: I’m lying against the wall, sobbing so hard I can’t breathe. The tears flow down my face. It’s unexpected, came on suddenly. The result of too many things at once. It’s not about her, not this time. The only thing on my mind is that I wish she was with me, was in my arms.

Yes, most women like assholes — but not because they are assholes Not a Pickup Guide If you are looking for advice on how to attract women, this might help and it might not. When I was young I was pretty good at getting women to agree to go out with me. Okay, I was actually pretty good at having women ask me out. I thought I had game, but it turns out I was just the right mix of good looking and arrogant/confident. I did learn some things from the experience though, and now I’m going to impart my vast wisdom. It should take about thirty seconds…

I still feel the languid beauty of her arms, slender, wrapped around my shoulders. The softness of her, unparalleled, welcoming, warm. The feel of her underneath me, more true, more accepting. She fills my memory. I wish I were able to erase the pain between us, the pain she holds in her heart, the wounds she carries. I wish I were able to be enough, to be the one who could take her in his arms for all time.

I can be a bit contrary at times. One thing that I do, when I’m bored and lonely, is bait scammers. I take up a bunch of their time, and really, it doesn’t have any purpose other than that. The most common scams I see are random people adding me on social media and then attempting to move things into a relationship based on photos. There are others, but this story is about that.

How can you love someone you have never met? How can you wake up thinking of someone who has never woken next to you, who has never been in your arms, who has never been part of your reality? I wake thinking of your smile, your voice, your soft accent. I think of you in quiet moments, in between thoughts, tasks. I daydream about possibilities.

CHapter one of Love in The Dark enjoy please read. this is my first its about a man who fell in love with a fallen angel.

“ I don't want it” “Jacqueline” “ you really get under my skin sometimes” heaven was walking with you through the park that day and then watching your sandwich go into the

The line rang to Cincinnati airline. “ Hello, I need a flight to Charleston, South Carolina for an important meeting” Send for a Car to pick up Candice” Candice, a blonde woman with a black suit, “he loves his women in black.” The receptionist says. Sitting from the front desk looking out the metal glass silver doors leading to the parking lot. Candice. A blue eyed babe, always looking for a new red lipstick and a man with blue eyes. And there he was the man of her dreams as he would send her emails during two weekdays and make love to her on the weekends when he was in town for business. Redesigning the structure for Bourvois theater downtown. Mr. Adam Strauss liked to be fashionable and wouldn't miss the first kiss to Candice arriving with a show car to the Charleston airport. Taking the red of her lips and leaning her back for a kiss. Her straight blonde hair almost touched the sidewalk in front of the show car. He kisses Candice for a second longer and leads her to the back seat

I repeated back in his direction “We can both see the horizon from where we stand” he said “so that means, as long as you point the arrow towards the horizon, you have a clear shot” he looks at me and then back at the stump. Walking back in my direction, he hands me the arrow and pulls a red apple from his pocket. “ give it one more try," he says as he places the feeapple on top of the wooden stump. Placing my left hand next to the corner of my left eye view point. Johnathan runs to the maneuver, placing his hand at the back of my bow, pulling back, lifting my hand and then letting go. The arrow flying through the breeze and then hitting the red of the apple on the tree stump making a crackle sound. “ Nice shot” he smiles towards her lips and then looks at the arrow again. “Aurora”, “We must be getting back” looking at the apple and then placing my hang on his shoulder handing him the bow. “ I couldn't have done it without you”. “ You didn't need me at all, perfect shot” Johnathan

Hemingway, the town of Hemingway revealing to the world its secrets a music filled metropolis composing a Kingdom of Violet Fields and the ocean close by. Violet the oldest daughter of The Valentine Crown wore a violet stone around her neck and a purple gown which wrapped behind her as she walked along the Violet field lacing the gown down her smooth olive complexion, blossoming in the Summertime and fading in the winter time she sat and watched the knights on horse back move slowly though the Violet Field Feeling the sun against her shoulders and looking in the direction of the Hemingway castle and the bells moving at the top of the clock tower climbing down one after another in synchrony.

“Do you think I will ever see you again?” “Not in a million years because you are with him all the time” He left me looking at the clock tower in the middle of town, and I flew to new york for school I thought nothing could separate us. The day I met you was the day I Knew I would see you again. “ Come with me to the clock tower, as we scurried to the beat of the street and the Calidsdale clanking by. “Heaven is on Earth” He said , acknowledging the statue of Ulyss S Grant in the middle of the cross-shaped green field. “Do you want my sandwich or can I throw it away?”, he looks at me and then turns his head to the church with the red door and laughs”. Class was so long and then I went for coffee with my roommate and saw you under the horse

read for fun. shadow milk and pure vanilla leave each other after the fight then pure vanilla with longing of wanting to see shadow milk but shadow milk pops outa nowhere go read it urself.

The Strauss building, a tall spear, diamond like structure, coming from the ground pointing to the sky. The man that worked in this building was an architect. A tall build and a navy blue suit to fit his daily routine of charting measurement from top to bottom spending his days collecting his thoughts in a glass window overlooking the city of Cincinnati. His brown eyes glimpsed the Blue of the rain and the haze lingering over the bridge passing over the Cincinnati River seeing his reflection in the glass looking into his own fair stare turning back to his desk he picks up the black phone dialing from the corner of his desk Cynthia the receptionist saying “ hello “ from the other end of the telephone. “Cynthia, can you connect me with the Cincinnati airline, I need to fly” “ this weekend preferably”.

The Old Oak He used to look at me, with his bright blue crystal eyes. Moving with the blizzard winds and rolling with the ocean waves, all shades of blue. We stood under the old oak shading me from the light that lightly kissed my cheek. “I want to show you something” he said. He always had something to show me. We walked together through the field away from the tree, revealing the path of the sun that leads us to the place he wanted us to go. I followed Johnathan away from the oak tree that we would spend so many days under and as we walked steadily through the golden tall grass he knelt down before me revealing something black a bow and arrow made of hammered metal. “ my father gave it to me” his eyes hidden behind the bow as he made a shot to the short wooden stump that sat in the middle of the clearing. The bow hitting the dark brown stump and then as he turned around he lifted the bow to my hand. “You're turn”. Handing me the bow with one hand. I took it upon myself to give it

“I didn't know I loved her until I kissed her awake.” No hair bald as a baby, she awakens. As to feel stunned, opening her crystal blue eyes to the bright light. I created her to have dreams and when she opened her eyes to the bright light, i could see her soul beating in her chest. Her dreams weren't just dreams because for such an intelligent android she can tell us things that even the human species couldn't even imagine. Tall and slender her body made of silicone. Blue and almost completely translucent. I created her with all the vital organs of a human, including the brain, except for one. Lifting her head from the metalwork table, she tries to stand and I tell her to sit down. “You're going to have to work on walking, you will eventually be able to run, but it's going to take some time” she looked at me in my eyes and her eyes began to glow. “ “calculating time to run” “ approximately 1 year” Joshua looks up at her from the rally stool. “perfect” , “ i can't wait to see

This seems happy but it’s sorrowful to me. How can the most important person to you go to past tense so quick?