(Completed Jenlisa)
Lisa and Jennie, have been in love with each other for so long as the courage comes out of the Thai, to propose to her girlfriend in front of everyone. Frustration creeps on Jennie as she finds herself falling out of love with he...
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Jennie
A long walk at the beach.
I resume with trusting the process, that the honeymoon phase isn't the sweetness of a relationship or a marriage. Those things will get better, but I didn't have the energy to fight it. My soul has been wanting to grasp the sunlight, as I soak my feet in the movement of the waves, that mirror my withdrawal from her.
When I look at the sunrise, I sink into the glow. The bare sight of the sun kisses upon my skin—as I bite my nail, my body aching for love, yet my mind races with all the possible bad things.
The ocean greets my fears, and dares me to swim until I drown on my own. But, the sand keeps me in place as I long for the shore. This is the beauty of nature, of our universe—creations that don't speak, but rather shine outstandingly by beauty. What is the grace in knowing how you feel?
Bodies of water crash against the beachfront. As, I stand here, alone. I found solitude in loneliness, and always have. Growing up, my independence came before anything. As selfish as it sounds, before anyone. My father has always been hardworking, as my mother hushed the perception of how I feel. Seoul was my anchor, my friends my guardians, and my pets my world.
Until I met Lisa.
The woman who shook my world, and made me feel worthy of being here. I've never been vocal about how I feel, and what she meant to me, even when we started speaking. The gentlest of souls was her, patience ringing in her deep voice, beholding me in place and making me run as she chased my dawn.
A tragic love story?
Anyone would've thought of us that way when we first started dating, but tragedy can be beautiful.
She's beautiful.
Yet, you were never able to tell her that.
'The part of you that remembers how amazing it was at first fights to hold onto hope. You may even try going through the motions to see if faking it 'til you make it will help reignite the passion'.
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Going back home and spending time with Ella has made me feel at ease. I watched her draw, a smile never leaving my face as she hummed a tune of a song she heard over the radio. It was an Ed Sheeran song, called Photograph.
The song that was our wedding song to be exact, emotions running wild, my smile remains, but bitter and in sadness in a way.
"Mommy?". Ella looks up at me, her little hand reaching for my face, as she grabs me by my cheeks and gives me an Eskimo kiss—my chuckle comes out in a sob.
"Mommy? Are you crying?".
"No, baby. Mommy is just happy to spend time with you". I tickled her as she laughed, once her laughter died down—she didn't let it go. For someone this young, she wiped my tears. "Mommy Lisa says the same w-when she cries".
