I Am Writing a Short Story
POLAROID OF LOVE
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She saw him lying on her bed.
The image remained in her brain like a polaroid to be preserved carefully and lovingly.
They had been together for a few days, sharing and lusciously exploring each other’s minds and bodies. He was now unusually quiet although she could hear his quick and intense breathing. “Allergies “, she thought trying to appease her worry although the frown on his face spoke of his concern. She wanted to alleviate his fears, destroy the force that had overtaken him and threaten to erase the beauty of the last few days. Unbeknown to her, everything would soon be resolved, but in the meantime, she desperately wanted the usual smile to return to his lips. She asked him what was wrong, conversing for a few minutes as he revealed his troubles. This was no longer a dream; it was a sudden return to reality and real life with all its complications. Secretly, she feared this was the way she would remember this day, their last day, and if the imaginary shot of him lying in bed would always be a reminder that all dreams eventually come to an end.
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The image in her mind of him pensive, lying on her bed. Like a polaroid, the instant capture of the moment.
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What would she remember of that moment? What will the polaroid of that day portray?
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Days have passed. Glimpses of what they shared remain in her memory, yet the polaroid is still there, the one of him lying on her bed worrying. Surprisingly, though, it does not remind her of difficult times or a back to reality realization. It reminds her of the amazing gift life has given her, the ability to sometimes escape real life and dream alongside this incredible and remarkable man laying on her bed. It reminds her of how lucky she is to have found love, at last, to this man who without knowing has patiently guided her to become her best self.
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That man, laying on her bed, her man, the man of her dreams, the man who owns her heart and with whom she wants to make love with every day.
A polaroid of REAL love
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She saw him lying on her bed.
The image remained in her brain like a polaroid to be preserved carefully and lovingly.
They had been together for a few days, sharing and lusciously exploring each other’s minds and bodies. He was now unusually quiet although she could hear his quick and intense breathing. “Allergies “, she thought trying to appease her worry although the frown on his face spoke of his concern. She wanted to alleviate his fears, destroy the force that had overtaken him and threaten to erase the beauty of the last few days. Unbeknown to her, everything would soon be resolved, but in the meantime, she desperately wanted the usual smile to return to his lips. She asked him what was wrong, conversing for a few minutes as he revealed his troubles. This was no longer a dream; it was a sudden return to reality and real life with all its complications. Secretly, she feared this was the way she would remember this day, their last day, and if the imaginary shot of him lying in bed would always be a reminder that all dreams eventually come to an end.
Click!
The image in her mind of him pensive, lying on her bed. Like a polaroid, the instant capture of the moment.
Click!
What would she remember of that moment? What will the polaroid of that day portray?
Click!
Days have passed. Glimpses of what they shared remain in her memory, yet the polaroid is still there, the one of him lying on her bed worrying. Surprisingly, though, it does not remind her of difficult times or a back to reality realization. It reminds her of the amazing gift life has given her, the ability to sometimes escape real life and dream alongside this incredible and remarkable man laying on her bed. It reminds her of how lucky she is to have found love, at last, to this man who without knowing has patiently guided her to become her best self.
Click!
That man, laying on her bed, her man, the man of her dreams, the man who owns her heart and with whom she wants to make love with every day.
A polaroid of REAL love
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