yapyapxy

Singapore

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Message to Readers

"She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew."
-- Shel Silverstein, "Masks"

Sometimes we cling on tightly to what we have now, and unknowingly let by what we might have. I read somewhere that our second love is the love we wished was right. So we try to make it work amidst the heartbreak and pain, so we hide what may be the truth to keep the appearances going.

Our Second Love

August 19, 2017

They held hands firmly because pulsating between their sweaty palms were the shadows that flitted through their minds. Each was terrified these shadows would escape into the light.

I will not repeat the mistakes made. Too tight was, actually, almost comfortable. 

So they held on when their souls began to tug in opposite directions. Held on tighter as their hearts began to dull with anxiety. They were desperate, determined, to keep things right. Their love was to be full of light; nothing more, nothing less.

There is no way to explain, each reasoned. How could light and darkness coexist?

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