Author: Ryan

I was too young when I first fell in love. What do we know of love back then? Simple things like hugging each other in the winter while waiting for the bus. Never wanting to let go. Just a soft kiss on the lips to say I love you. Cuddling under a blanket. Watching movies, and going to Burger King … Read More....

I work and work and work. Trying to make more money, filling up my bank account with more zeros as time goes on. I pretend that I am happy. I pretend that as long as I have money that I am happy. I try to forget what happiness is. I cling onto fear like a comfortable blanket that stabs me … Read More....

We both knew that this was not some sort of fairy tale where we would live happily ever after. Happiness was for good little boys, and there was nothing about me that was good. I never did fit into society, I was too far from the norm and when we are together, I was more like a beast than a … Read More....

I want to build a house with a yellow roof. I want to live with you in it. You’d pick the decorations, the dining room table, the curtains and the paintings. I’d color the fence the way I like it, something bland and nothing too colorful. We’d snuggle in a soft king size bed till we fall asleep at night. … Read More....

There are so many days when I just want to be alone. I want to enjoy my solitude. In solitude, no one is trying to go into conflict with me. I don’t have to deal with unhappy people and their insecurities. There will be no one trying to compete with me. Here is the prize, you can get first place, … Read More....

I came home and found her lying on the bed crying. I asked her what was wrong but she wouldn’t answer. Just a quick, “I am fine, just give me some time.”

My heart sank to the bottom just hearing my lover cry, it was as if I failed her somehow. I failed to protect her like I promised. I … Read More....

The sound of pouring rain rattled the rooftop and windows of my home as I lay in bed, cuddling with my comforter. The softness and comfort of my bed reminded me of you when we were madly in love with each other. There was a time when all of my life revolved around you. Everything I did was to make … Read More....

I placed my left hand as high as I could, grabbing an outcrop on a vertical slope. It was wet, cold as ice and my fingers felt the rough jagged edges of the stone but I refused to let it go. Such a scenario could prove fatal if I ever lose my grip. The fierce wind howled as it tried … Read More....

There was a time when I was all alone, without anyone to hold nor to care for. I would walk this lonely island of mine day after day, without anyone to talk to, without anyone to share my happy moments with nor the sad ones. Just a lonely place where everyday seemed the same, gloomy and desolate. The rain would … Read More....

I remember a white flower planted in a pot and placed near my living room’s window on a winter day. It was trying its best to survive the winter and be able to make it to spring. Hoping it could see the light of the next day… just one day at a time. But its petals grew dreary with each … Read More....