Author: Ryan

There are nights when I wonder. I wonder what my future will be? What my life would be like? Sometimes fear creeps in. Fear of failure, fear of nothingness, and just fear. Such strong fear can sometimes paralyze me, stops me from moving and makes me second guess everything. It takes a hold of me and won’t let go. It … Read more ...

What is with her that puts my mind into a haze? Perhaps we gave up too quickly, perhaps I could have been more honest, more confident. As our lives drift apart, I wonder what would our time be like if she were here beside me. Would I be spending my afternoons cuddling with her, and smelling her hair? Would I … Read more ...

She looked at me with sadness in her eyes as if she wanted to tell me something but couldn’t. There are moments in life where you cannot name them but you instinctively know in an instant. Moments when I brush my fingers on her cheeks or when I playfully kiss her neck or when I look deep into her eyes. … Read more ...

There were ink stains on her finger and the scent of coffee lingers in the room on a Saturday morning. She had been writing all day, for what purpose, I did not know. Calligraphy, a novel, poetry, or all of them, only she could tell. Sitting down at her coffee table as if she was oblivious to the fact that … Read more ...

There was something amazing about her. Something about how she looked at me. They were always intense but at the same time kind and gentle. It is as if she was telling me something mischievous like “I want you… right now ” and something comforting like “I want to be by your side forever”. Every time we see each other, … Read more ...

She was a small shot of alcohol that lingers on my lips and tongue as I feel it go down my throat. A sudden surge of heat flows through the body as if something foreign and toxic inadvertently got in. She was coursing through my veins, her scent, her eyes, her touch, everything about her affects my very being. Nullifies … Read more ...

Two old sweethearts see each other again
At a cafe sipping coffee like they used to do
Years have passed since they looked at each other
Their bodies change with wrinkles at their hands and face
But inside, the fire they felt has not aged a bit
They look at each other with loving eyes
They talk about the places … Read more ...

As certain flowers start to bloom on a summer afternoon, I watched the sun go down, as it slowly wanted to disappear at the waves of the sea. I watched her eyes twinkle as the sky was painted with shades of red, blue, magenta and orange. I looked at her curvy figure as I pulled her closer next to me.… Read more ...

She asked me not to go, she asked me to stay. It was something I cannot do. I knew it may seem cruel but it is the right thing to do. So she asked me something differently. She asked me to remember her smiling and not the girl crying in front of me.

That when I think of her:

Think … Read more ...

I hurried frantically to the next bus with my heavy backpack, books at one of my arms, and I may have even forgotten to tie one of my shoe laces. I just got out of a college class, ran as fast as I could because I knew she will be waiting for me. It was a cold day with snow … Read more ...