The Clementine Tradition

The Clementine Tradition

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"To be able to fulfill your wish, one must wear a panty with a specific colour blue for health,orange for success and red for love while eating 12 grapes under the table as the clock strikes at twelve." That was the new year tradition Juniper had been following for the past 2 years and it all worked while wearing orange underwear which enticed success, Now she's ready to find love and she is determined to wear a red panty. Her determination became vain when she saw the big "SOLD OUT" sign upon the grape sections. Desperate, she grabs the closet fruit available, the tiny yet juicy fruits - clementines. She thought that color orange brought her luck for the past year so why not use it as a substitute for this year? As the countdown ended, she choked on her last slice of clementine then blacked out. When she woke up, her head was spinning, and a ridiculously handsome man was staring down at her with a surprise and questioning look on his face. Still woozy, she blurted out, "Gagi... it actually worked"
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What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

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