Walktoremember Stories

Rachel is in a coma. Coma. It sounds like a peaceful word, the person is just sleeping, everything is calm. But that's not what Rachel looked like. Tubes in and out of her mouth and nose. Wires everywhere. Machines beeping, bleep bleep bleep...

One moment I'm flying through the sky on my swing, and the next I'm on the ground. This is a perfect description of my life, because today I have been diagnosed with cancer.  My questions for you: How do you respond when your "wonderful" boyfriend leaves you because you're dying? When everything you know is changing and your life is falling apart? When you can't go to school anymore because you're too ill?  But let me also ask you some pleasant questions: When a new love enters your life, would you go for it or let the opportunity pass by? Do you trust him?  These are the things that scatter around in my mind ever since that day when I was diagnosed with a heart disease. How do I make it or how do I answer these questions that have haunted my mind for seemingly an eternity, you ask?

Love -It's most certainly a walk to remember. Clarke -the daughter of an inventor, and renowned neurosurgeon that presides as Polis' Mayor- has a passion for art, one that happens to land her in a large amount of trouble. The punishment leads her to do the unexpected, ask "Saint Lexa" for help. They say one bad apple ruins the whole bunch, but Lexa Woods doesn't seem to follow the rules of analogic science and is about to take Clarke to heights she never thought a preacher's daughter even dared to venture.

Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long lasting. Sometimes people come in your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you what you can be. To teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to-Emery Allen Two strangers find each other in a moonlit park. As they take a walk through the unlit path, secrets spill, confessions are made, questions are answered and more questions are raised. Except as the path ends, the sky lights up, they take their different roads to never see each other again.

Do you ever wonder how you'll be in future? Will you be good enough? Will you reach the heights that you wanted to? So here's a poem about a message to my future wishing that she's doing fine..

It was not story. A memoir. I'm just recollecting one of the happiest day of my life, yet a missed opportunity.