The Failed Romance Story

Heeey people who read my stuff! Sorry I haven't written in a while...but I hope this kinda somewhat makes up for it. - from future author

“ ‘Hey, you love me right?” She asked burrowing her head onto her boyfriend’s shoulder half paying attention to the television that showed two shows at the same time so they wouldn’t bicker about who gets to watch and who has to miss his/her show. The boyfriend looked briefly down at his purring girlfriend and smirked.

‘Nope. Not at all,’ he said kicking his feet up onto the coffee table shaking their ‘his and her’ mugs and resting his arms on the back of his head. She shot her head up and frowned.

‘What do you mean? What the hell do you mean?’ She demanded; she started to blink ferociously.

‘I’m sorry but love? Seriously?’ He asked tilting his head then crossing his arms looking very amused.

‘You know what? Just forget it!’ She swished her whole body around so that she would face the arm of the couch and scooted herself to the other half of the couch.

‘Love is too weak of a word. I’m completely obsessed. I’m done for because I’ve been done.’ She turned around to get a better look at him. ‘You’ve ruined me; absolutely ruined me. Again I apologize, but no I don’t love you. You broke me too much for me to say that. No, it’s not love because it’s something more compelling, more unattainable, more inevitable, more seductive, more… more everything. Look, I can’t just simply say I love you to confirm with you because you feel insecure about what I’m thinking whenever I’m around you.’ She starts to look at him incredulously; her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ the size of a quarter. He laughed at her incredible face and playfully tapped her nose. Then said, “Because I have to say something better than ‘I Love You’ so that you never ever ever doubt me again and also I know that you need… wait no deserve much better than something I can say and have said to anyone.’

‘That was quite a speech. No seriously, I’ll clap to that mister. Really poetic!’ She jokingly said as she lauded him. He glared at her sarcasm.

‘But you made one mistake.’ She informed him.

‘Oh yeah? What was that?’

‘How on earth could you think?’

‘Excuse me?’

‘You said ‘I can’t simply say I love you or confirm with you because you feel insecure about what I’m thinking whenever I’m around you’ And so ask, how on earth, Mister, can you even have one lucid thought if you’re around such an amazing astoundingly beautiful woman such as me?’

‘Oh yeah. I forgot about that line!’ He half smiled and raised an eyebrow. She giggled and shadowed his lopsided grin. Teasingly, he pushed her head back on to the couch with his knuckles. She let out a bit of a girlish squeal as he tickled and wrestled her. He holds her chin with thumb and index finger.

‘Geez, and here I was trying to be romantic.’ He sighed pitifully. He took a glimpse down at her and she took a peek at him, but those stares ended up being much longer than they expected. Then the magic of infatuation overwhelms them; their pupils start dilating, their pulses quicken, their breathing becomes abnormal, their tongues become tied, their heads are cleared losing their train of thought and sense of time, their stomach starts to be rampaged by a parade of butterflies. His eyes were on hers and hers were on his. Their gazes towards each other would make anyone want to either blush and look away or yell ‘Get a room!’.

‘You know there was an easy yet infallible way to be romantic?’ She said wondrously as if she were surprised she was able to speak at all.

‘Really? And how could that be done?’ He said brusquely.

‘Like this,’ She declared as she leaned in closer towards him. Her eyes narrowed down onto his lips and he couldn’t help but look at hers that were lusciously glossed and smelled of a field strawberries. He readied himself for their contact by closing his eyes and bending down, when all of a sudden she left the couch and headed out of the room to the kitchen. Disappointed, he was about to protest, until she brought back a box.

‘Share with me?’ She asked as she opened the box and brought out a container of heart shaped cookies that were half colored red and half colored white.  He smiled warmly at her.

‘The best kind of love declaration there is,’ He stated breaking a cookie straight down the middle. He handed half of the cookie to her and ‘clinked’ their cookies as they would with glasses of champagne. They ate and chuckled till the very end.”

“So what do you think?” The nervous author asks as the agitated director looks up from the paper.

“What do I think? WHAT DO I THINK ABOUT THIS PIECE OF USELESS GARBAGE?” The director decries as he slams the paper down onto his desk. The author grimaces as the director’s spittle landed on her arm.

“Do you think you’re writing a freaking soap opera or some Korean drama or something? No! You’re supposed to write a scenario and magazine special to advertise the company’s new couple line that includes a dual splitting television screen, specialty mugs, a couple couch, and their romance deserts!”

“Which I included,” the author protests.

“You did it in the most cliché and unfashionable way possible! Rewrite it and bring it back to me by 5 a.m. tomorrow. It better be good or else you’ll be cut from this job. Get to work and out of my face!” The director sat up from his chair and swished out of the author’s office. The author dejectedly opens her Mac laptop, deletes the failed work, and begins to rethink her ideas. 

My Real-Life Superhero

           Normally, people would think that she should wear some kind of white dressing gown with a huge cross symbol on it and she would be standing behind an enormous wooden podium while droning on and on about scriptures in the bible. However, of course, she wasn’t like that. She came in with jeans, a regular t-shirt, and an excited smile. “Okay, children! Are you ready for this?” she yelled with her hands flying in the air. We, children, were astounded by her entrance. At first it was a little awkward when she began talking unsteadily because she was pretty nervous; however, even the teachers and children were all shaking in their boots. The teachers wondered, “Will she be a good enough pastor? She’s so young.” The children wondered, “Is she going to be boring? Will she be mean? This is the worst case, but is she going to be crazy?” As she went along, she got used to the flow and led us to follow the current. After that, she smiled even wider and it really looked like she had fun speaking to us up there.
          I think, right then and there, I developed a liking towards her. She didn’t talk about things we kids didn’t care about. She knew that children understood more and that adults underestimated us, so she didn’t teach us the baby stuff. She talked about living life; she gave sermons about being innocent and free. Most of all, it was her smile that caught me captive. She was just emitting so much light and glee that I felt it and began grinning along with her; it was too contagious. Even though there were many sad and stressing problems that she had, she never stopped smiling and she always tried her best to make other people happy along with her.

Ms. Jennifer Kim (Jendo) is this very tiny and petite Asian woman. She doesn’t have large muscles or is very tall, but she is a very strong hero. Whether it’s when she’s herding a pack of church children to the cafeteria, distributing food to the homeless, hugging the orphans, giving a piece of her heart to the prostitutes in India, singing and dancing along with the Africans, making bread for the starving North Koreans, washing and praying over somebody’s feet, or just sharing her very touching and personal life story, she shows signs of being an amazing person and role model; she looks as though the definition of strength has nothing to do with physical appearances and the word ‘weak’ was a long forgotten word.  She taught me that everybody, even someone small and unsignificant like me, can make a difference for what they have a heart for. 

She is Beautiful

“She is beautiful,” I thought as I fixed her hair tie because sometimes they don’t like it when the girls’ hair is messy. The man checked her measurements and asked about her health. I assured him she was young and spirited. He liked that. He looked at her with satisfaction. I liked that. I was so happy when I found out about her. “This is a blessing for our family.” My husband said. He was proud of me. I was proud of myself. My daughter held my hand and smiled as wide as Kool-aid Man. She was happy. She received a lot of attention today because today was special. She wore makeup. She wore ‘grown-up’ clothes that her father spent a lot of money on, but it was okay because she would be able to pay for it back. She felt special. I handed her hand over to the man. He handed me the payment. I waved goodbye to her. “She really is beautiful,” I thought to myself again. 

Some Things that only the Closest Person to you Does

Some things that only the closest person to you does-

1.    You’d always pray on your knees that you would be put into the same class as that person

2.    Your teacher would put you and that person on opposite sides of the class because you and that person wouldn’t stop talking

3.    You and that person got sent to the principal’s office because you guys did something really stupid like walk in the hallways during lunch when you weren’t supposed to and talk really loudly in the hallways right in front of the principal

4.     You have slept on the same bed with that person for at least ten times

5.     That person writes the longest comment on your wall for your birthday

6.     That person comments on every single thing you post on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc

7.     That person would spam almost everything you have (including omelets)

8.     You and that person have your own inside jokes that would take at least the same amount of time it would take for a person’s yell to heat up a cup of coffee (which is eight years, seven months, and six days)

9.      That person could walk into the bathroom, even though you’re either on the toilet or in the shower, and can still brush his/her teeth nonchalantly and you wouldn’t care at all.

10.  That person would be the first person you’d text message if your mom got into car accident either because of old women who can’t drive for their life and should be put in a retirement home, or someone who hated your mom and put a firecracker in her car.

11.  You can call that person at any time of the day, even though it could mean waking them up at 4:00 in the morning for something as stupid as asking them if they were sleeping okay or just saying that you were bored and needed someone to talk to.

12.  You can ask or that person can ask you for incredibly awkward embarrassing favors and you or that person wouldn’t even blink an eye and say, “Sure, whatever.”

13.  Conversations you have with this person are ones you can never have with another person (even if that person copied everything in his/her brain, downloaded it onto a chip, and implanted that chip in another person, so that everything that person ever thought, heard, saw, or said is in another person’s brain)

14.  You can koala bear hug this person and no one would find it strange (unless you koala bear hug everyone because then you are strange)

15.  That person would be your first victim for April Fool’s Day and you would be their first

16.  The only reason why that person wouldn’t be around you is if that person either got hit by a bus or was sent to the moon by mind controlling aliens and or by geeky NASA scientists who couldn’t get anyone else to go.