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Literary (Submission): Disconnected




Please wait... The meeting host will let you in soon

We wait. Why should we wait? How much longer should we wait? What are we waiting for? We wait, and we wait, and we wait.

Connecting...

A connection. Could this be a sign? Is the wait finally over?

You have joined the meeting

The beginning. Icebreakers and introductions. Bright eyes and warm smiles. Laughter and easy conversation.

Then comes the comfort, the familiarity. Memories and inside jokes that only we understand. We dream of the future and tell stories of the past.

We think that maybe this is it.

Your internet connection is unstable

A brief pause. A break that remains ignored. We fill the gap with empty words and hope that it shall pass.

Yet the cracks slowly overpower us. Conversation turns into undecipherable murmurs. We hold on to the fragments of what once was, but it’s a hopeless cause.

The frame freezes. We refuse to accept what happens next.

Radio silence.

Is this the...

You have been disconnected from the meeting

End.

Please wait... The meeting host will let you in soon

And so we wait.

We wait, and we wait, and we wait.

Literary (Submission): Love In Roses




Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast.

Love came with kind words and promises of forever. It came with a gentle understanding and trust, never requiring any kind of explanation. It came with a bouquet of roses, delicate and pure, as beautiful as we were.

It is not proud, it is not rude. It is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs.

Slowly, the flowers began to wilt, flawed but still beautiful. It happened in tiny disagreements, here and there. Little things that were easily dismissed, but not easily forgotten, building up as time went by without us knowing it. We continued living in our fairytale, unprepared for what was to come.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects.

And the fairytale unraveled as the first petal fell. Arguments turned into war, with the little things seeming so much bigger than they were before. What used to be security became something akin to weakness as words of kindness were transformed into something sinister. Love became a battlefield where nobody was meant to come out unharmed.

It always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

After the dust settled, after the damage was done, only then did we look back at the mess that we made. Only then did we notice the cuts, the bruises, and the wounds that we created. Every fallen petal reminded us of what couldn’t be fixed, of what we broke. Only then did we realize, in the aftermath of the chaos, that maybe the fairytale wasn’t worth the war.

Love never fails.

But now, as I sit here alone with dried up petals and the shattered remains of what once was ours, I can't help but think about the love that has come and gone.

The lines in bold are quoted from 1 Corinthians 13:4-8.

Literary (Submission): Butones


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