My gift to give

This is my gift to give. 

Deep inside each and every one of us, there exists a special gift. A gift through which we can benefit others and bring them happiness, and in doing so, increases our own happiness. It is like a diamond, when you nurture it, it becomes precious, and it will shine brightly. 

My gift is my written word. I write in hope of inspiring others. I write to turn frowns into smiles. I write to make people feel that there is hope even in the darkest situations. 

Writing is a skill, as with everything else that we do. I know that my writing is nowhere near perfect, but i strive to improve. It will be a life long experience. To learn to make others feel the emotions that you put into your work. 

I use words to express myself. I use words to cheer a friend up. I use words to empower myself and those that read my works. 

So this is my gift to give. What will yours be? 

The Iron Lady

The Iron Lady never lies. She will love unconditionally if you let her. But her love is tough, you wont find anything sweet with her. She will break you down, but so that you can get stronger.  She will put you through pain, to make you work for success. Through all that, she will always be there for you, whenever you need her. Through good times and bad. 

Remisniscing

 

As he sat down on the bench, looking at the people around him in the garden, he let out a deep breath. It was a much needed break from all the hustling and bustling of the forever busy city. Little kids were running around having the time of their lives, mums sitting on the benches gossiping, a few businessmen reading newspapers, college students studying on the grass.

His mind wandered. He thought about home. Far away. His family must be doing well. Everyone is healthy and happy. And then he thought of his dogs, they could be annoying sometimes but he cant help adoring them. 

His thoughts then moved on to his friends back home. Childhood friends that he grew up with. Some he met along the way and became really good friends. Some were more like brothers to him. Memories of their mischiefs made him chuckle. 

As he looked around, he saw an elderly couple holding hands, taking a stroll in the park. They looked happily in love. He smiled to himself. He thought about the times he was in love and the heartbreaks that followed. He was grateful for them. For they shaped him and taught him to be a better man. 

That was when her face appeared in his mind. The pretty face that he could never forget. That smile of hers that captured his heart. Her gentleness that touched him. There was just something about her that attracted him to her so much.

That heartbreak was particularly hard because he liked her so much, in fact, he loved her. Time has healed the wounds now but given the chance, he would fall head over heels for her again without hesitation. 

It has been a while since then. He wasn't sure if he still had feelings for her. He kept his options open, waiting for his next love, but there hadn't been any that was quite like her.

He would always remember that last sun set he spent with her. No words were spoken but yet, they were so close together. It was the sweetest memories he had. 

Letting out another deep breath, he freed his mind of the past. He stood up and with the sun casting an orange glow on his face, he headed home. 

The one that got away

Almost everyone has gone through heartbreaks in their life, and for most, there will be one that we felt was "the one", and he/she was the one that got away. Seeing her again today reminded me of why she was the one that got away.

When i look into her eyes, I see the same sparkle I have seen two years ago, it was the same sparkle drew me into her life, or more like drew her into my life.

Her smile is still as warm as always. Is it a smile only meant for me? Because that smile never fails to melt my heart each time i see it.

To feel her touch again, brings back a rush of old memories, of us dancing, of the hugs we shared, how i used to hold her hand and how we watched the sunset together, not knowing that it would be our last. You don't know how much I wanted to hold on and not let go.

Hearing her laugh again made me feel that she hadn't changed much at all, she still has that innocence to her. Sometimes it seems that she was meant to tame down the rebellious side in me.

She was still the same girl as the time I left, with the addition of a pesky boyfriend. And somehow, we're still comfortable with each other. Maybe she still has some lingering feelings for me? I can only wish. For now, she'll be the one that got away.