Love is the easiest thing to fall into. It's so easy for a smile to catch your heart and carry it for as long as you'll let it. But what happens when they grip your heart and crush it before even giving it a chance, judging the heart souly upon its weight rather than what lay within?
I'd been typing away at my laptop on a warm summers day. I was lucky enough to find a seat where the sun was just perfectly blocked by the blooming tree overhead. I sat back from my keyboard for a moment to take a deep breath of fresh air. I didn't make it outside much, so any chance I got I appreciated deeply. And the calming sounds of nature mixed in with the chattering of people in the distance made for a calming atmosphere.
I was surprised when I was greeted by a gorgeous blonde woman sat down next to me.
"What are you writing?" She asked, her voice as smooth and as light as silk.
I took a glance at my screen as her piercing, ocean blue eyes followed my gaze. "I'm writing an article for work. It's a remembrance of this park and the beautiful scene this park still is after all these years." I closed my laptop and turned to her. I may have loved being outside and around others, but prying eyes was something I wasn't too fond of.
"Sorry, don't let me interrupt." She said, a little pouty, her voluptuously bottom lip being ever so slightly showed off. "I find journalism very interesting though."
I was shocked, a beautiful work of art of a woman had a beautiful mind as well? Having an appreciation for the art of writing. I didn't want to push it too far and tell her I was a writer, working on novels on the side.
I raised an eyebrow to her to show interest. "Oh really." I turned to her before she had the chance to walk away. There's no way I'd want her to walk away, I wanted her hand for myself. I know I have a problem falling in love so easily, but when's the next time I'll find a woman this beautiful and as interested in writing as I am?
She circled back to the seat next to me and we continued to talk about writing, nature and beauty, as well as some of the things we enjoyed on the side, all the way until the sky darkened. Half a day going by in only seconds. Just before we parted ways, I asked her where we can meet again. She replied, knowing a spot along the shoreline she enjoyed walking down. We exchanged numbers and parted ways, leaving me eagerly awaiting tomorrow night.
As the sun began to dip down to the shoreline, I had finally finished my drive to the beach. I saw her step out of her car a few spots down. I made my way to the entrance, her doing a little jog to make her way to me, smiling in a way that made is shimmer in the little sunlight left. If only I had a camera to capture the beautiful moment.
I looked around the beach as I made my way down the wooded steps to the sandy beach. There wasn't a person there besides us. She stepped just in front of me and grabbed my hand, carrying me over to her favorite spot. Her hand was small in mine. I felt as though I had to be careful with her hand, otherwise breaking it on accident.
When we got to her favorite spot, we walked and talked until the sun was completely gone, replaced by the moon that shown high and small in the night sky.
"What's your biggest pet peeve?" she asked, looking up to me with a smile.
"Probably people that don't appreciate life," I replied. "There are so many moments in life that we take things for granted. We become lazy and consumed in our comfort that we push things off until the last minute. They don't realize how powerful time truly is until it's over and we waisted it all away."
"But the world humanity has created for itself is programmed us humans to be lazier and lazier with every passing day by presenting them with a continuous stream of distractions that lead to years passing by without a change." She said.
"But even so," I rebuttled, "it's not without a little bit of willpower that you can push through things and accomplish things you could only previously dream of. For example, I pushed to see you again. It would've been so easy not to but I instead went for it."
"And I lured you to a barely lit place that is widely known to be deserted and unsupervised. And I brought a knife."
I'd been typing away at my laptop on a warm summers day. I was lucky enough to find a seat where the sun was just perfectly blocked by the blooming tree overhead. I sat back from my keyboard for a moment to take a deep breath of fresh air. I didn't make it outside much, so any chance I got I appreciated deeply. And the calming sounds of nature mixed in with the chattering of people in the distance made for a calming atmosphere.
I was surprised when I was greeted by a gorgeous blonde woman sat down next to me.
"What are you writing?" She asked, her voice as smooth and as light as silk.
I took a glance at my screen as her piercing, ocean blue eyes followed my gaze. "I'm writing an article for work. It's a remembrance of this park and the beautiful scene this park still is after all these years." I closed my laptop and turned to her. I may have loved being outside and around others, but prying eyes was something I wasn't too fond of.
"Sorry, don't let me interrupt." She said, a little pouty, her voluptuously bottom lip being ever so slightly showed off. "I find journalism very interesting though."
I was shocked, a beautiful work of art of a woman had a beautiful mind as well? Having an appreciation for the art of writing. I didn't want to push it too far and tell her I was a writer, working on novels on the side.
I raised an eyebrow to her to show interest. "Oh really." I turned to her before she had the chance to walk away. There's no way I'd want her to walk away, I wanted her hand for myself. I know I have a problem falling in love so easily, but when's the next time I'll find a woman this beautiful and as interested in writing as I am?
She circled back to the seat next to me and we continued to talk about writing, nature and beauty, as well as some of the things we enjoyed on the side, all the way until the sky darkened. Half a day going by in only seconds. Just before we parted ways, I asked her where we can meet again. She replied, knowing a spot along the shoreline she enjoyed walking down. We exchanged numbers and parted ways, leaving me eagerly awaiting tomorrow night.
As the sun began to dip down to the shoreline, I had finally finished my drive to the beach. I saw her step out of her car a few spots down. I made my way to the entrance, her doing a little jog to make her way to me, smiling in a way that made is shimmer in the little sunlight left. If only I had a camera to capture the beautiful moment.
I looked around the beach as I made my way down the wooded steps to the sandy beach. There wasn't a person there besides us. She stepped just in front of me and grabbed my hand, carrying me over to her favorite spot. Her hand was small in mine. I felt as though I had to be careful with her hand, otherwise breaking it on accident.
When we got to her favorite spot, we walked and talked until the sun was completely gone, replaced by the moon that shown high and small in the night sky.
"What's your biggest pet peeve?" she asked, looking up to me with a smile.
"Probably people that don't appreciate life," I replied. "There are so many moments in life that we take things for granted. We become lazy and consumed in our comfort that we push things off until the last minute. They don't realize how powerful time truly is until it's over and we waisted it all away."
"But the world humanity has created for itself is programmed us humans to be lazier and lazier with every passing day by presenting them with a continuous stream of distractions that lead to years passing by without a change." She said.
"But even so," I rebuttled, "it's not without a little bit of willpower that you can push through things and accomplish things you could only previously dream of. For example, I pushed to see you again. It would've been so easy not to but I instead went for it."
"And I lured you to a barely lit place that is widely known to be deserted and unsupervised. And I brought a knife."
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