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Until We Meet

  • 2/21/12
  • Msmimiproductions


  • Once we met in this house by the lake,
    torched by the thought of a bitter wake.
    My longing for you leaves me
    breathless and empty.
    Your scent on the wind
    an unwelcome memory.
    The sound of your voice,
    a chilling reminder...
    Of dreams that leave me
    weak with desire.
    My chances grow slim
    as I weep by the flames.
    Waiting for darkness
    to lessen my pain.
    Closing my eyes,
    I count to ten
    and wish for the day
    when we meet again.

    Lily's Journal

  • 2/15/12
  • Msmimiproductions

  • February 14, 2011 ~ 11:55pm

    I never know what to do with Sebastian. A week and a half ago, he practically kidnapped me from my office and took me out to lunch. Then we had an argument that left us both angry. Now, he’s finally agreed to give me the space that I’ve been wanting. A part of me hopes that he’ll give up and go away, but I know that will never happen. He finally agreed to do what I needed him to do, but I just know that he won’t be able to resist seeing me today.
    “You can’t expect me to leave you alone on Valentine’s Day, can you?” he’d probably ask with a large smile on his face.
    And of course he would look way too good and be far too charming to resist so I would be stuck going along with whatever Valentine nightmare he had planned. I know I’m being too critical. I should be happy to have someone whom I love, but I’m afraid that his definition and mine are no longer the same kind.
    He lied to me and I can’t help but be reminded of the secrets that he kept. My mother used to say that all secrets come to the light eventually, but she never told me how to get past it once they did. From the moment I got up this morning, I tried to put the past behind me in order to give him another chance, but with every hour that passed, I felt overcome with dread and the feeling that he wouldn’t let this day go without a visit and I was right.
    When the doorbell rang, I almost jumped out of my skin. I glanced at the clock before I eased off my bed and crept down the hallway toward my living room. The day was eight hours from being over when I leaned on my tippy toes and eyed the peephole in the steel door.
    “Delivery!” A skinny bald man yelled as I unlocked the door.
    My jaw fell as he shoved a clipboard into my hands and rolled a large crystal vase through the doorway.
    My hand shook as I signed the slip. “Where did these come from?”
    He shrugged as he handed me a card, obviously in a hurry to move onto his next stop. Whatever.
    I stared at the giant lilies for a long time before I remembered the card in my hand. My hands shook as I pulled out the blue card with “I love You” written in white.
    Well, it’s 12:15, Valentine’s is officially over. Maybe it’s easier for him to stay away than I thought. No worries. I’m sure the minute I get over him, he’ll come right back.

    Until next time,
    Liliana

    Lily's Journal

  • 2/12/12
  • Msmimiproductions

  • February 1, 2011

    Things never go as planned. You wake up one morning and find that the sun doesn't lift your mood like it used to, but then, that could also be because you're dealing with things that can't be forgotten. Believe me, I've tried. What do you do when the secrets that haunt you aren't even yours?
    You see, I once had a boyfriend who I loved wholeheartedly. His blue eyes, his voice; everything about him was wonderful. I still remember one of the last conversations we shared:


    “Would you love me no matter what?” He asked as we lay on the bed and watched the shadows dance on the ceiling.
    “What do you mean? Would I love you if you cheated on me? No! …If you broke my heart? Probably not…. But if you were sick or dying? Of course, I would love you.” I froze. “Are you sick?”
    He shrugged. “You could call it that.”
    I rolled onto my side and looked at his tan skin and vibrant eyes. “You’re not dying are you?”
    He laughed. “I’m far from dying.”
    I bit my lip, “What is it then?”


    I really wish that I had heard his response, but he whispered it so quietly that I couldn't catch it and he refused to repeat it. That moment would lead up to one of his biggest secrets. The one that has haunted me the most.
    Seeing Sebastian earlier tonight at Jake's party only reminded me of all the things that I've tried to forget, but I'll have to save the rest of that story for another time. My phone is ringing.

    ~Liliana