MasukThe poem and letter written here are written from an undisclosed point of view but they both have great significances in the story and are important for the progression of the book. Do Read On! - Author's Note
"Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life; everyone must carry out a concrete assignment that demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated, thus, everyone's task is unique as his specific opportunity to implement it."
Victor E. Frank
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Love, a four letter word
Life. Love. Two words.
Unique differentiation,
Diverse believes
One connection.
Life is one big story,
Having hundreds of little love stories in it.
Each with their own tale,
Chanced are few,
Here to say, Here to stay.
"Romeo and Juliet"
A fierce romance,
Two lovers, separated,
Needing to get back together,
One story, worth blaring for.
A love story,
One that convinces,
One that reaches the mind,
Touches the soul,
And, still notices the reality.
A lover,
Looking for one thing; love
The beloved,
Craving one thing; love
One big adventure, waiting to happen.
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Dear One,
Romance to me has never been a thing dreamed of, despite being one of the most common around.
A love story, I know, begins with a great deal of romance and affection, passion and excitement, we all know that this is how it is.
However, my thoughts aren't close enough to this. To me, it's only wise that love should be erased from this world. It really has caused nothing more but pain, hurt, separation, and even more hurt.
This I held, as my greatest belief. All until the fate of this feeling lay in our hands, and we, becoming the bearers of it.
The tale of my story with you began when I met you. Back then, when all I saw was the trouble that your arrival brought, and the anger felt, followed.
Then, love as unreal and stupid came knocking at the entrance of my cold, and stiffened heart; catching me unaware.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Then it struck me, as hard as it did, it was the hard truth. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
You were right beside me, all along, and I never at once guessed that what I had been searching for all these while was so close to me.
Maybe, now might be too late, but your arrival has taught me and given me a chance to know about love. I might now be regretting my thoughts of this task, and only wish that I'd be given another chance, but that's not possible anymore.
Still, I hold on to the hope of being with my beloved in the other life, wherever we may find ourselves after this. We'll be together, someday.
Anyone else, lucky enough to be granted this gift of love, should treasure this, cause only the lucky chosen ones have the decision to let this continue on, or to stop.
You, whoever is reading this right now should count yourself lucky. This day, Eleventh of the Sixth month, Year 1604, marks the last day of my days, but the beginning of yours. Waste not yours. Three hundred and sixty-six days is enough to complete this task.
You are our last hope. Our only hope.
Thorns-within.
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¤¤¤¤“People go through so much pain trying to avoid pain.”- Neil Strauss¤¤¤¤✨❄️✨Henry stopped at the entrance to the gents, and called out to Daniel, “Daniel?”Inside, Daniel had his nose buried into a piece of paper. Hearing Henry’s voice made him to look up from what he was snuffing as he faced the door.“C’mon kid, open the door,” Henry begged.Reluctantly, Daniel staggered to the door – the effect of the drug already evident on him – and pulled the door open.Henry’s eyes widened on seeing the state Daniel was in, and his jaw fell on noticing the rolled out paper on the wash sink.“What are you doing kid?”Daniel ignored hi
¤¤¤¤“Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.”- Marie Curie¤¤¤¤✨❄️✨He paced thro and fro, as various thoughts ran wild in his head. The mall had the very best of security, and there was no way any of the footages from the cameras could get stolen.Even if one of his customers had been the one who had videotaped the fight, they would have not been able to get away without any of the staffs and security knowing.The phone bleeped again, and Daniel shot his eyes to the screen – it was a call from his personal assistant, and he picked up instantly.“Tell me,” He said.From the other end, came a slightly rushed voice of his P.A, which always had a faint Spanish accent.
¤¤¤¤“If you had the guts to do something, anything, then you better save enough to face the consequences.”- Criss Jami.¤¤¤¤✨❄️✨○○At about 3am, Club Elite◎◎The guys were oozed out from excessively drinking and partying the night away. They were all whooshed out, and they looked exhausted at their table. The background music played quietly, and the disco still hopped with several colors.The day to the VIP arena came open, and a young lady walked in. Her eyes danced around the room, and paused on sighting the guys.A small smile tugged on her red lips, and she strutted to them. She was tall with exceptionally long and straight legs. Her ebony skin flowed down her curvy seductive sha
¤¤¤¤“If you had the guts to do something, anything, then you better save enough to face the consequences.”- Criss Jami.¤¤¤¤✨❄️✨Her agonized yell resounded throughout the whole house, and Daniel covered his ears with his palms as they throbbed to hear her aloud curses.He despised hearing a woman curse, and he also had been an advocate against the abuse of women, but he had just followed in the steps of the men he had once hated. He had hit her, and he deserved every single curse word she uttered against him.It was wrong to hit a woman, no matter what might have fueled his anger; he had no right to hit her. He had been enraged upon seeing her with that man, and his anger had blinded him from seeing where his actions were leading him to.
¤¤¤¤"For every wound there is a scar. And every scar tells a story. A story that says: I survived."¤¤¤¤✨❄️✨This story doesn't support violence against women, but this part was added purely for the advancement of the story. Please, don't be violent towards anyone!¤¤¤¤The following day, Derin awoke to the beautiful sunlight rays that entered her room and reflected unto her face, waking her and, letting her know that the day had broken. She sat up on her bed and was about standing, when her wandering eyes landed on a blue jacket note pad, with the words "Diary in poetry". She smiled as she picked it up, her eyes l
¤¤¤¤"I want you to know that I fell in love with you when we first met, as you got my heart already. So, baby, once again, nice to meet you." - Daniel L.C. Hartley.¤¤¤¤❄️✨❄️Awakening on the bed, Daniel glanced. He had no idea how he managed to get to his room, and remove his shoes?Definitely, he knew he wasn't capable of taking off his shoes properly, even when he was sober, more or less in his tipsy state.The last he could recall was gulping down his seventeenth jug of beer at Jonas weekend party. Of course, Jonas would not fail to make him loose a bet and have to jug down tens of beer.He had lost a bet on a football match, and his payment was to jug down fifteen pegs, but he had gone all the way to seventeen."Damn