Short Stories

Dear A

Dear A,

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I think I've lost you...

The days are long and dreary. All I think about is the light in your eyes whenever you are me. It makes me laugh when you double take at work seeing me. Unfortunately things aren't the same. I can't reach out for a hug or secret kiss upon lips I know so well.

How do I forget?

The taste of your lips is fading from my memory but the sight of your body loving mine is everlasting. My body remembers the touch of your skin. Curving into your hand, the tingles at your touch light down my body.

The polar bear and the mongoose

Creeping between the trees two creatures on opposing sides with nothing in common. They're brought together by chance. A love so strong the universe broke it up.

Did someone say something when I wasn't around that the universe didn't believe I deserved?

Am I ever gonna be good enough for anyone?

I jumped from the plane hoping you'd be my parachute. The flight was smooth at first, safely holding me in the air, allowing my fingers to glide through the wind. The ground below was beautiful but I never wanted to land. Our love kept us afloat, flipping and doing air tricks in the sky for everyone to see.

They could see us, smiling brightly at our love. Congratulating us and happy for yous. It should have been enough. Then all of a sudden the ground started to get closer. I didn't see it for your love blinded me to the upcoming crash.

Instinctively I pull the rope, the parachute comes out and I breathe a sigh of relief. Only to gasp a moment later when the giant hole burst through. Suddenly it's dark and no one is watching. Squeezing my eyes shut I realize I'm falling, not quickly, it's just one hole. Unfortunately that one hole in a parachute means I will crash but maybe I can survive it.

Unfortunately behind my eyes, I catch your face and it's heartbreaking. A gust of wind knocks me around and my eyes pop open, my fingers tightening on the straps of the parachute. It's pitch dark, the sound of the wind is all I can hear. Everyone is gone. The pounding in my chest and the bees in my stomach are overwhelming.

I can't actually see but I feel another albeit smaller hole in the parachute. Tears stream down my face as I picture your face walking toward the car while I sit close to your house hoping your mom won't find me. Unfortunately she does and it's the hole which gets stringier the wind tearing it almost wider. This hole is getting wider at a slower pace.

Gliding through the air, I try to ignore the ground as it approaches faster than ever. As if it's slow approach is passing through time.

The smiles and laughter and cracks in my heart make my body weigh a ton. I can't wipe the tears from my cheeks as they blind me from what's in front of my face.

The final straw or hole that kills any chance of survival is the message at the storage when I can't come back. The scream that tears through my chest weighs heavier than any physical pain. The hole is giant tearing the straps from the parachute as my eyes fall shut completely.

Everything fades to a blur as the wind is a buzz in my ears. The last time I open my eyes, I look back up to see the sky farther up behind the clouds the sun is bright as it becomes day once more. Your smile is in the sun, brighter blinding me completely.

I smile, sadly reaching my head up to say goodbye as the ground comes up faster than before.

The impact is silent, my body numb to the pain as I remain broken and beyond repair. I hear you barely in the background but it's like footsteps pushing me deeper in the ground.

My parachute failed or it was never mine to begin with.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You were never mind to lose.

Sincerely,
Your Secret Admirer.