Strength Stories

Ten past six and she’s not here. Twenty past six. Half past six. Twenty to seven. Ten to seven and still no show. It’s now five minutes past seven and Rita is only now running towards my house. I sit in the living room watching her race as quickly as possible after seeing her son off with a relative. There is a knock at the door. “Come!” I yell. The door opens and closes quickly, and Rita rushes into my living room. She s...

I miss you.You left, as you should, with every right and every reason. And asked me to find my answers. I expected the pain, but not the loneliness.This time, it made sense, and it feels right. Except...I wish that it had ended differently somehowI wish that it would hurt my heart less somehowI wish that it would all make more sense somehow. Every time I remember your butterfly kissesEvery time I remember our whispered co...

I miss you. You left, with almost no reasons and no explanations, and expected my life to revolve as it once did. The pain was expected, as was the emptiness.It would almost have made sense, and almost felt right,except…This wasn’t supposed to end like this. This wasn’t supposed to hurt so deep. This wasn’t supposed to pull at my heart every time I think of you. Every time I hear your music,Every time I see my empty scree...

Amelia is a Latin I once met in my hometown where I live now. She’s older than I, 36 yo., while I am 27. She’s pretty and showy, an imposing woman that arose a passion every where she walks by. This story begins on that year I used to work as a waiter at a swimming pool in the city bathing resort. Since the town hall run this compound along with the swimming pool, lots of people use to attend here to bathe as well as to t...