The Young Friend “short story”


I can’t be more happy since he took me in his arms and go out telling everyone bout me and enjoying every single moment we spend together my life turned into heaven. Until, he forgot me. One day at the park his father bought him a new computer game and he forgot me sitting there looking as old as a 100 years old book, while my papers still have the fresh printing aroma fulling the air. He left me while my story still has more to tell, he left me killing our promises, he left me and cold took his place.

He’ll remember me, all I’ve to do is to wait for him to come and start a new story with me.

Time moves so slow while I’m here waiting and waiting to be saved, people looks the same around me but none of them is him. None of them cares ’bout me like he does. None of them ll travel with me to every word, tasting them n loving how great they turn us to.

Time stopped, I don’t know if it’s true or just my mind playing with me a sick trick?? No, it’s his voice I heard, that sweet voice shouting not so far away “daddy, daddy, it’s there”……… I’m saved

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Did You Hear?! Girls Guide To Move On.


Yes, I heard you saying I can’t forget him, he was everything, he’s everything to me, I love him and I won’t ever stop loving him. How can I forget the one I love?! Even if he did hurt me now, can I ever do that? I used to live for him and I’ll keep living for him and his memory until he comes back……….. blah blah blah.

In case you didn’t hear let me tell you what’s going on and what’s new. All that you just said is good and nice and I heard before. No, not just that I also did say that before but what’s new is that he’s gone and never coming back So let me tell you something, it’s time to move on and don’t say a thing I already know what you’ll say, how am I supposed to do that when I still love him?! Don’t worry dear you’ll and if you can’t do that alone let me help you.

These things might not give you the 10/10 result you want, but trying them ll get you half way:

a. If you don’t have a job already “which suck”, look for a simple easy job or a job in something you really like, even if you are gonna tell me I don’t need the money I’ll tell you, you still need the change work provide.

b. “Which most of you might prefer” is learning something new for example, music, a sport, cooking, joining “something” club, anything that needs learning and sharing ll make a change, so if you are a full time student or already have a job this choice might be perfect.

c. Traveling for a while and/or changing you job and life routine and safety zone is like magic which ll do you a great job for the moving on plan.

d. Once you embraces the moving on idea, don’t tell me you still have anything that might remind you of him, that key ring or holder or chain “whatever you call it”, that necklace, and that book, is the secret weapon of his memory to control you, so if “and I hope not” still have any gifts or stuff that reminds you of him, box them and its time for some charity.

e. Meeting new people ll help you moving on better than any of what I said “I know that you re thinking I’m crazy but I’m just being honest with you”, so go out and meet some people and I’m not telling you to go look for a new “might be too soon for you” relationship, I’m just saying simply go out, have fun, and leave the drama home.

f. Some people “while moving on” never talk ’bout what happened, its a common thing between a lot of girls “I don’t mean it’s bad” and it’s not good if you ignored your pain ’cause it ll just keep hurting you more, so find someone OR something to get your pain out and for good.

I can go on talking for weeks but that’s enough for now, if you want more OR have a problem OR need some help, just let me know :)

tHE mIRROR


I’m not a great writer but I love writing, its something that means freedom to my soul, myself and my mind. Its what make a better person of me in front of myself. Its what get my inside out. Its what my voice can’t say. Its what my heart cry for. Its my dream in my hands. That’s a part of what writing means to me. Once before my father died he told me behind every paper and every pen, every word and every book, their is a mind and a heart. When I cry when I smile when I’m happy when I’m sad when I’m thinking when I’m working I take my pen and write and write and write…. But once after my fathers death the world dissolved around me and suddenly everything changed to non-meaning to me even writing, I still write but all without a real me in it, without the heart and mind. And once again life give me a chance by giving me him to love, but it seems like I start loving my pain more than myself, instead of going forward I go back, until I reached the worst and I fall. I found myself in a bad mirror whatever I try to do to see myself in it, it turns to more ugly picture of me until it is black so you can’t see your self any more then you start feeling pain. And god, you can die of the pain without even knowing ……………………..> to be continued