TODAY I'M 19.

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I’ll not love you in songs,

My love will be shown to you by writing poems on your name.

Sports aren’t something I’m keen about,

But for sure I’ll gaze at you as most beautiful prize while you watch your favourite game.

I wonder if you’ll know how love is shown in books,

Would you be able to see me beyond my appearance, my looks?

In this field of affection I’m a beginner,

Getting your presence in my life will make me the most successful winner.

I’m just an unsolved puzzle with no clues,

But I can promise to cheer you up whenever you’re feeling blue.

I would love to become the reason behind your smile,

I don’t desire for big gesture but holding your hands through every aisle.

I wonder if it would be like fairy tales.

But wait, if Romeo-Juliet is your favorite rom-com then we might not click,

Because I grew up listening tales about Ram-Sita, Radhe-Krishn, Muna-Madan which makes you lovesick.

I could not give you expensive gifts to keep or wear,

 All I have to offer is affection, admiration, respect, trust, and care.

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@aakritisitaulaa

i will end up disappointing people if i do something for myself and that is fine.

"You look awful without me." She whispered in his ear as his hand rushed along with her waist.

They were dancing. It was dark, vague dark. The only thing they could see were their eyes glistening by the reflection of moon.

"I want this night forever, just with you." He mumbled slowly.

"You have me." she said when his fingers were moving through her lips until he moved forward to feel them with his own.

It was their first kiss and it seems like that went great. They had booked a hotel room near the lake so even they forget their hotel location, they could find it by lake.

She was taking her clothes off. He was gazing at her body as if he is watching something so as valuable as souvenir. The temptation he had to resist to not feel the delicacy of her skin was so cruel. His eyes were restless.

"Don't stare." she said furiously.

"I serve art." He replied with a kiss on her forhead.

They were writing an epic on eachother's eyes.

"How can something be so pleasing and painful at the same time.?" She questioned with ocean in her eyes.

All their life, they were longing for intimacy, a companion, a partner, a friend. And now they have eachother but they couldn't figure out the situation. Why is it so hard to accept that you are really in love.?

"This must be my most genuine hug." He said knotting his arms around her.

They danced that whole night, screamed on Taylor Swift, wrote poems, cried, laughed, played, jumped. It counted on the list of their best nights.

-August.

i never adored any gold more than the fall, this moment of year.

it says something. it speaks warmth to me and abandons me in frozen land.

but still again after all, i will be waiting for it.

just as it names itself fall, i remember myself. i recall the time when i fell like those fallen leaves and noone stood to pick me up. instead i have been stamped over by all those shoes and dirty feet untill snow falls as well just to cover me and lessen my pain. sky feels so miserable and cold that it cries for me, to save me.and i couldn't be more thankful to anyone and anything.

none of those golden makes me delightful more than the sunset beside yellow leaves as if it cries calling night.

-Autumn

-anonymouslie_

short story.

i am still on my teenage. i must say this is my most excruciating and painful journey i could ever think of. instead of making friends and enjoying, i am taking pills and working on myself. it doesn't feel bad to see other people having fun but sometimes my innerself blames herself for all the pain and i understand her very well.

being a teenager made me realize it was not my fault. every blame they put on me was never ever mine.

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

WILL THIS END WITH ME ?