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Love Is Not Enough

The sky is filled with gray clouds. I smell the scent of approaching rain as I walk a street. There are many different kinds of people, young and old, fat and thin, tall and short. I look to one side and I see something that strikes up a controversy in my mind.

I see a couple, both teenagers. They are holding hands, talking and smiling. I look at them intently but they don’t seem to mind. This makes me wonder: Will this relationship last?

People nowadays, even those little kids in grade school, have boyfriends or girlfriends. They learn at a very young age how to become obsessed with the thought of infatuation. There are kids who haven’t even graduated from preparatory school that have a relationship.

I smirk as I think about this. Silly kids. I sigh and look at the sky. There are random light flashes here and there, now and then. I feel a cold drop on my head. It has begun to rain.

I continue to watch the couple. The boy has drawn out an umbrella. I wonder again: Will this relationship last forever? You know, the smoochy- smoochy puppy love relationship that these two people are sharing?

I reflect on this. I stare down, stop walking and sit on a nearby bench. Love isn’t a simple thing. In keeping a relationship, I think that you need something more than love. Yes, you may love your partner, but you don’t trust him. You may love your partner but you don’t dedicate yourself to him. Isn’t this true?

Most people today have experienced break-ups. Pretty much. Some result in one of the people involved committing suicide because of being too heartbroken to move on and accept the fact that her loved one has replaced her already. I sigh again, distraught.

This kind of love has claimed many lives of young lovers.

When we love, we should trust. When we love, we should be loyal and faithful to our partner. When we love, we should not tell lies. When we love, we shoud not be distracted. When we love, we should still keep in mind that we have other responsibilities besides the person. When we love, we should be able to balance everything. When we love, we should dedicate ourselves so we could make the relationship last. When we love, we should not love FAKELY. When we love, we should love TRULY.

Is this how we love nowadays?

I stare at them walking away. I stand up and walk in the opposite direction. I look at them one last time, and bow my head. I hope that what happened to me won’t happen to them.

What did happen to me?

That’s another story.

~from the notes of a paranoid schizophrenical pessimist more commonly known to others as Lei.

.cha!. -rocker!-

Okay… Hi guys. This is a story I’ve been writing since Christmas. Hope you read it, and hope you like it. n.n

THE LITTLE PIANO.

Chapter One.

Her footsteps slowly echoing on the shiny floor, Hark Ristern crept to a room clutching her little teddy bear. It was raining hard that night, and she was afraid of the thunder, and she cowered in fright when she saw the flashes of lightning scatter in her small room. Moreover, it was cold.

“Honey, is that you?” her mother called to her. Hark had walked down the dark hall to her mother’s room, but not knowing the way, she just sat down, crying. Her mother had heard her in the hall, and had come for her.

“Mom!” Hark shrieked in delight. She had been hoping that her mother would come for her. “Honey, it’s okay now, don’t cry,” her mother said with soothing words. She cooped Hark up and carried her to the bedroom.

“Mom, I’m scared,” Hark whispered to her mother, wide-eyed. “Don’t worry now, honey, everything’s going to be fine, Mommy’s here,” her mother said with a smile. Feeling a little comforted, the little girl hugged her teddy bear tight and closed her eyes. She felt her mother lie down beside her, enveloping her with her warmth. But, there was one problem.

Hark tried counting sheep but she always lost count. She tried humming a lullaby for herself but she didn’t seem to get the notes right. She stirred a lot but that didn’t help either. This event rarely happened. Her mother sensed this and woke up. “Honey, having troubles going to sleep?” “Yeah mom. I’m really scared.” “Want me to sing you a lullaby?” her mom offered with a smile. “Okay. Thanks mom.” Her mother started humming a little waltz which, indeed, helped Hark fall asleep. In minutes, she had fallen into a deep slumber.

The sun shone brightly through the glass windows. The rays seeping through her closed eyes, Hark woke up with a start. She saw her mother still sleeping. She decided to explore the house a bit and crept silently out of bed. She opened the door, swinging it creakily on its rusty hinges.

Her feet padding down softly on the wooden floorboards, she walked stealthily down the deserted corridors of their large house. Walking up the stairs, she came upon a large hall she didn’t recognize before. Drawn by curiosity, she wandered through the darkness of the hall and tried opening a door. She stumbled upon a room with nothing inside, only broken windows and a squirrel’s nest. She went out and tried opening the other doors. She expected to see something more interesting but she failed. Only when she opened the last door did she see something that caught her attention.

So did you like it? That’s only Chapter ONE. Check back after a while when you want to continue reading my story. Thanks!!!

P.S. This story was made because one Christmas evening I didn’t have anything to do and I wrote a poem entitled "The Little Piano: Memories Long Forgotten." If I have any time, I’d post that poem here It’s long, though. n.n

Have a nice day!

WAAAAAAAAH

bakit ba ganito ang buhay?

hindi ko makalimutan si SUSTAGEN PREMIUM >.<

EPAL naman kasi eh

nagbubulag-bulagan yata yun

ang daming nagsasabing mas ok kung magkakabalikan kami pero

BWISET!!!

ayaw niya….

Pati yung crush niya ngayon, sabi niya ayaw niya sa kanya….

Pasalamat pa siya merong nagkakagusto sa kanya!!!

EPAL TALAGA!!!!!!!!!

kawawa naman ako…

christmas na pero di pa din natutupad yung wish ko…

ano yon? SECREt…<di yung deodorant ah>

tapos ang daming galit sa akin…

pero ok naman siguro ang bakasyon ko…

sana…

BUMALIK NA SANA ANG UNLI>….<

at sana matapos ko ang aking soon-to-be BESTSELLAH!!!

WOOT!!! WOOT!!!

<The Little Piano: Memories Long Forgotten>

Jokes lng po to hehehehe

Mei isang lasing, tpos mei nkita xang babae….

Lasing: miss ang pangit mo grabe( w/ lasing accent)

Babae: kung ako pangit ikw lasing

Lasing: ako bukas nde n lsing e ikaw bukas pangit p rin

hehehehehe=)