A Moment’s Surprise 



I’m one of those skeptical people but I’m willing to try anything at least once. I’ll listen to every opinion, smile at you but once I’m home all is forgotten. I tend to only entertain my own conclusions, I guess I’m one of the few who actually take their own advice. As much as I’ve tried to find love, things simply haven’t worked out and I just decided to let love find me. Maybe I actually just got lazy but the specifics don’t really matter when we come down to it.

So soul mates are said to exist, fate is said to be involved in our life decisions some people even go as far as believing in destiny. A predesigned path of were our life will end up or who we’ll end up with. Well greater forces are believed in by almost all religions and almost everyone in life. My own beliefs are a blend of what I grew up in and what the internet opened me up to. Although the world wide web has been a great influence on me, my heart is much deeper than a few memorized quotes.

Anyways it was one November Monday. It didn’t feel like a different day from the rest, I mean the days that shock us or change our lives never do. It just blows up in an instant and you’re left there thinking to yourself “How the hell did we get here so quick?” As another morning arrived a new day with the same problems. I started off with my usual routine, going about my business silently although I’ve been told I rather talk a lot. 

Feeling a tad satisfied with myself in the days work I decided to call it a day. You know how the self employment life is, it either pushes you to better yourself or you lazy around and everything crumbles. I headed to the gym for a quick workout, I’m not into body building per say but I just like to keep fit. Well I genuinely exercise because it has some way of making me feel better about myself and it helps clear my mind. I’m not bad looking at all well at least I don’t think I am. I mean I could probably pull off a belly but their certain advantages to a lean body and these push me to put in extra effort in my workout. 

Changed and ready to have my heart racing I passed by the usual patrons and gave a few head nods in greeting. I’m generally a loner in the gym, you could say working on my own in the office has spread to most other aspects of my life. I navigated to a free spot then immediately got down to business. A few minutes later, already huffing and puffing I finally got a chance to look up. I paused for a moment but I didn’t notice it, only snapping back into reality when she caught my stare and smiled at me. 

It caught me off guard, I wanted to hide myself and keep on looking. Keep on taking her in. What a sight she was. Art in human form, a face with heavens touch, toned body curves in all the perfect places and in all the right proportions. Legs that belonged either on the runaway or in a seductive movie scene. I mean apple bottom, ample chest, skin that looked like it was dipped in milk and honey or was she just glistening with sweat. I don’t know. I had blurred thoughts, I wasn’t thinking straight. All was forgotten and temporarily her image is all that occupied the space between my ears.
My mind still frozen in the moment I took a step back and tripped over a dumbell. There was a loud clatter as I nearly hit the ground face first only just managing to arrest my fall with my hands. Suddenly all the attention shifted to me, my heart sank and I felt this overwhelming shame come over me. Euphoria had all of a sudden left and regret was quickly finding some way to creep in. 

I then heard her let out the cutest chuckle and I couldn’t help but smile. As I looked up at her I saw her quickly raise her hand over her mouth to try and muffle the sweetest of laughs. I picked myself up full of happiness. I felt proud. All by just the thought that before I had said anything I had made her smile and heard her laugh. I felt a tap on my shoulder and there she was, inches away from me. A melody rang in my ears as she smiled and said “Hi there.”

I looked into her deep enticing brown eyes and looked at her smile up close. Perfect colgate teeth, red lipstick on her lips that looked like it had just been freshly applied. I just stood there and didn’t say a word but in my head I did the math. In 2 days it would be, “I have a crush on you.” In two weeks, “I really have a crush on you.” In a couple of months, “I think I love you.” In a year, “I do.” 

I came back to reality and in a haste to say something I blurted out, “Will you marry me?” 

She laughed again and said, “You’re funny, I like you already.”

It felt like the climax before that fairytale ending. I didn’t know the future but in the moment it was definitely the beginning of that happy ever after.

-The End 



Hold What’s Special Close 

Genre: Romance

Love is a beautiful thing until the moment it isn’t. The situation gets complicated harsh words are exchanged or someone is ignored and usually our true feelings remain unsaid. It’s always hard to know if your feelings are reciprocated or if the other still loves you after a while. It’s even harder to make the decision to either stay and weather the storm to see what’s on the other side or to give up and move on. Because as much as the sun shines after the storm, it might have nothing left to shine on.

Patrick stared blankly at the coffee table, while his girlfriend reached the climax of the story about what had happened to her the previous day. She had been talking enthusiastically for the past ten minutes, so deep in the narrative she didn’t notice Patrick was somewhere else. 

They were sitting on a double sofa together, Patrick sat facing forward while Nicole sat adjacent to him with her legs across his lap. She got to the end of her story and in between giggles asked him, “Don’t you think what Tanaka said was a bit ludicrous?” But Patrick remained quiet gazing down as if he could see something beyond the floor. “PATRICK!” Melissa finally shouted. Calling him by his full showed she was really annoyed. It was usually Pat, baby, honey or some other pet name.

“Yeah babe, I’m sorry you were saying?” He replied.


“Well suit yourself”

“Argh you’re such an ass at times,” Melissa retorted as she pushed him in the chest.

She put on her shoes and grabbed her bag then headed for the door. Patrick still didn’t say anything. She hesitated for a moment then walked out and slammed the door. She waited outside for a good five minutes and tears began trickling down her cheeks when she realized he wasn’t chasing her.

One day went by no one called the other. Same with the day two. On day three Patrick finally caved in, it wasn’t clear if he called out of love of just the fear of losing his girl. They talked for a while and at the end of the phone call they had made up. But it soon dawned on Melissa that cycle was continuing. Pat was a gentleman for about a week then the silence came back and with it the one word answers. 

“Baby… Pat… Please talk to me,” Melissa pleaded on the phone.

“I told you I’m okay, now would you just give me some space.”

“But I want to share in your problems,” Melissa said but got no reply. “Pat… Baby… Babe,” her pleas were interrupted by the dial tone. Patrick had dropped the call.

More tears were to be shed that night. Common sense was telling her that it was over but she couldn’t come to terms with this. She loved him. Tossing and turning while awake all through the night, when morning came she had finally made up her mind. And this time she was going to follow through. It was time for her to move on.

In the past she had attempted to tell Patrick they should part ways but as soon as he smiled and said “Baby I had missed you.” She forgot all her plans, she was in love again and she was sure this time it was going to be different. The hardest lessons from life are learnt through the greatest pain and the pain she had endured was enough. It was just so sad she had no way of showing Pat the emotional scars he was inflicting.

On a Friday afternoon when she didn’t have lectures and Pat was off work they decided to meet for lunch. The date had the usual warm greetings and lukewarm conversation until they had finished their food.

“Pat we need to talk,” Melissa spoke sternly.

“Sure what about?”

“I think our relationship has run it’s course”

“What does that mean?”

“Well I think I think we should go our separate ways,” Melissa said then took a sip of water.

“What? You have some nerve you little twat,” Patrick replied with a lot of anger in his voice.

Melissa immediately stood up, “If you’re not gonna be a grown up about this I’m leaving.”

“They always come back,” Patrick shouted after her as she walked away…

A couple of weeks went by and it was all well. Until Patrick finally found himself jumping at every knock on the door, at every ring of his phone hoping by some chance it was Melissa finally back to him. But soon reality hit him and he was sick to his stomach. He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep, he had basically lost the urge to live. There was a void in his life and through it came in an enormous amount of pain.

Patrick conceded defeat to his emotions. He sent an apology and even begged for forgiveness. Melissa’s message back simply read, “I understand Pat and I’m sorry I had to leave for you to come to your senses but I’m in a better place now.”

-The End