My girlfriend and I have been together for about two years. We're in high school, and we're quite in love (sorry for sounding all smug and cliched). Today, she and I just went to visit her mother's grave. Her mother died four years ago in a glider accident. My girlfriend is an incredibly shy, passionate, and intelligent person, and had a deep love for her mother. Her favorite memories of her mother were when her mother would shamelessly brag about how awesome her daughter was, and when the two of them would whine with one another. Here's why I posted this: I really love writing, but I'm not claiming to be anything special. I wrote a little prose poem expressing the mix of feelings i felt when we visited the grave. I didn't really want to post it to facebook, because eh... I don't really like sharing my writing and feelings with people I know. The gaming community on the Escapist seemed like a better fit. Read if you'd like:
She and I were finally going to see her mom. Although we?d been together for quite a while, it was the first time I was going to meet her mom.
I wasn?t entirely ready when she came to pick me up. She walked into my room and commanded my presence with a simple arm wave. As soon as she stopped looking, I hopped out from under the covers and put on clothes. I walked out of my house, and began walking toward her car. The sky was gray and blurry, which complimented the feeling of humidity in the air. I stepped into her passenger seat, which was a rare feeling, considering that I do most of the driving between the two of us. We drove down the road to the park by the school. The school we both attended when we were sub-decennial in age. She parked and we trod out onto the grass.
We made our way to an oblique black shape. The black was that of beautifully carved obsidian, or more realistically granite. She held my hand and spoke reverently of her mother, right in front of her mother.
Her mother used to brag about her. I assured her that I picked up some of the slack. She hugged me, and the rain that the gray blurry clouds could not yield finally fell.
I thought that I might come to a new realization today. I thought I would see something that I never had before. All I really saw was that my suspicions were true. All I really saw today was that she is the exact person I thought she was. All I really felt today was the most beautiful feeling any young person can feel.
EDIT: I entitled this "The Days of Whine and Roses" - a little word play for you. Feel free to critique the writing, rip on me for being corny, and/or say how it made you feel
She and I were finally going to see her mom. Although we?d been together for quite a while, it was the first time I was going to meet her mom.
I wasn?t entirely ready when she came to pick me up. She walked into my room and commanded my presence with a simple arm wave. As soon as she stopped looking, I hopped out from under the covers and put on clothes. I walked out of my house, and began walking toward her car. The sky was gray and blurry, which complimented the feeling of humidity in the air. I stepped into her passenger seat, which was a rare feeling, considering that I do most of the driving between the two of us. We drove down the road to the park by the school. The school we both attended when we were sub-decennial in age. She parked and we trod out onto the grass.
We made our way to an oblique black shape. The black was that of beautifully carved obsidian, or more realistically granite. She held my hand and spoke reverently of her mother, right in front of her mother.
Her mother used to brag about her. I assured her that I picked up some of the slack. She hugged me, and the rain that the gray blurry clouds could not yield finally fell.
I thought that I might come to a new realization today. I thought I would see something that I never had before. All I really saw was that my suspicions were true. All I really saw today was that she is the exact person I thought she was. All I really felt today was the most beautiful feeling any young person can feel.
EDIT: I entitled this "The Days of Whine and Roses" - a little word play for you. Feel free to critique the writing, rip on me for being corny, and/or say how it made you feel
