Loving Jane

The place that once was my rapture, time made it my agony. The memories that were once filled with joy and bliss now haunt me, as time has transformed them into a source of pain and sorrow. The vibrant colors that used to paint my world have faded, leaving behind a desolate landscape of heartache and longing. Every corner, everywhere my eyes land, reminds me of the past. This place was nothing but a house we bought made with bricks and wood. With time, we made it our home. The house that always made me smile in the past—the same place—is making my heart hurt, nauseating me, and reminding me of people I lost. I couldn’t stay here, not now, so I ran, moving my legs as fast as possible, stressing the limitations of my body. I ran from the past—my life, my grief—wanting to leave everything behind and ran—just ran—fast—until my vision turned blurred, with my knees jelly. With everything turning dark, "Sleepyhead, wake up. I heard a familiar voice as a pair of lips touched my temple. I

Time flies, and pain turns into memories. With each passing day, the pain strengthened me more than before. Memories that once hurt me now make me smile. Smile at the moments that we spend together with each other. Those moments were filled with laughter and love, creating a bond that time cannot erase. Though we may be apart now, those memories will forever hold a special place in my heart. I remember when, as a child, my pet dog died, how broken I was, crying the whole time, not being able to sleep or eat anything. Then my mother said to me, ‘Time heals everything, but it can’t bring back what you’ve lost.’ Who would have thought that the words my mother once told me for my dog would remind me of her, strengthening me every time I’m lost and lonely? Those words serve as a constant reminder that although time may not be able to bring back what I have lost, it has the power to heal and provide solace in moments of grief and loneliness. They offer me comfort and strength, reassuring me

I sighed as I packed my things. The patient took longer than I expected. Jane must be waiting for me. I hurriedly gathered my belongings, feeling guilty for keeping Jane waiting as I quickly made my way to my office, only to see Jane with her eyes closed, lying comfortably on my chair. I'm not surprised to see her fast asleep, with her delivery date coming close and no one by her side looking for her or taking care of her. I couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for Jane's well-being. It was clear that she needed someone to support her during this crucial time. It’s already very tough for a woman to give birth to a life, but in Jane’s case, things are intense. Jane's situation is compounded by the fact that she is facing this challenging time alone. She has to do everything on her own with no one around to care for her. I do my best to help her, but Jane is such an independent woman. She never asks for anyone’s help, even when needed, and that’s what worries me the most. Even more

The dinner was fun. When I spend time with Brandon and Marlene, whenever I’m with them, I sometimes forget my sorrows and just enjoy the present moment. Their infectious laughter and genuine camaraderie always uplift my spirits, creating a joyful atmosphere that is hard to replicate elsewhere. The ease and bond that I feel around them is very hard to describe, but the moment they appeared in my life, there was not a single time that they made me feel lonely or sad. Their presence brings so much joy and laughter into my life. It's incredible how they effortlessly create a positive atmosphere, making every moment together unforgettable. But today, when Marlene made Brandon the father of my child for a second, it seemed funny, but that is something I don’t think that I can accept. I don’t want anyone else but Jared to be the father of my baby. Marlene's unexpected announcement left me feeling conflicted and unsure about the future. While I appreciate her humor, the thought of anyone othe

"Jane." I heard someone calling my name, distracting me from my thoughts as I felt a hand over my shoulder. I glanced up to see the origin of the voice and found myself locking eyes with Brandon. "What are you doing standing up here? Brandon questioned, concern evident in his voice. "You seemed lost in your own world." I mustered a smile and replied, "I just needed some fresh air and a moment to clear my head." . "Where are the kids?" I stated, redirecting his attention to somewhere else. "They went to play in Liam's room. Didn't you notice?" Brandon said, raising an eyebrow. "Is everything okay? You seem a bit off today." "What were you thinking standing up here for so long? Brandon asked, his worry growing. "Nothing; I was just lost in thought," I admitted, avoiding eye contact. "Well, there must be something in your mind that kept you so occupied that you didn't notice Liam entering the room," he said as he raised his left eyebrow in question. I shifted uncomfortably in my