(Completed Jenlisa)
"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞".
In a glamorous world of wealth and power, Lisa's heart craved more. As a successful and autonomous woman, she was used to getting what she wanted, but even the high of her ev...
It is our passions that bring us the power that we overcome our struggles. We tend to forget the achievements of our past and focus on the negativity around us. But both can't be more bitter than reaching the gates of heaven with a frown on your face.
And this reminds me of my love life.
So confusing, as I became a relentless curiosity in discovering who I am.
Loving Joy revealed a new part of me every time as I fell harder and harder.
It started with a simple greeting that ended up into a suicidal note from Joy that until this day, makes me feel like my heart is bleeding with all of what, I couldn't save.
How do you save a broken soul? I always questioned myself.
Loving Joy didn't make my heartbeat as loud as it did for Jennie.
And in my life, I have only ever fallen twice.
Once with an opposite and once with a mirror. It would have been so neat for one to follow the other, but like many things, in life, they came close together. I can only ever be with one, give one my heart, body, and soul.
So though both were precious gifts, one brought joy and the other pain.
And maybe I loved Joy at that time, but I didn't love her deeply.
Because deep love is irritating.
It's having meaningless arguments about things you don't even know why you're arguing about, and it's laughing after they're over, about how juvenile the both of you were acting, and how tiny little arguments like those have no meaning in comparison to what you mean to each other, because you mean the world to each other, and that meaning doesn't just disappear when you both become frustrated, or tired.
What you mean to each other sticks, it stays put, and when other things like life, in general, try to move it, it remains.
I smiled to myself as my eyes were closed. My head leaned back, as I let the stress, out of my body.
I will get back everything I've worked for, soon, Father.
"Hey daddy". The familiar scent of Jennie's entered my nostrils, so softly. Like a rose, Jennie's petal-like fingers roam around my neck. I opened my eyes and was shocked, to say the least.
She had a beautiful Swarovski-Crystal Versace Minidress.
My breath hitched.
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"Dear Lord have mercy on me". I blinked a couple of times, trying to shake off the effect Jennie has on me, but I remained helpless, staring at the beauty that was beneath my being.
Jennie snapped her fingers at me and then blushed.
My stomach erupted with butterflies, "You're so beautiful".
