A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever Novels & Stories

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

Forever blooms. And when it does, the world becomes beautiful again. Briefly. Painfully. Perfectly. Beautiful.

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

And I was too. The kiss wasn’t as long, because she somehow got snapped back to reality, I still feel a rush the moment I remind myself of the passionate lip lock we shared. The kiss wasn’t just hunger, it was a need, a devotion, almost like a pure melody sung out of a gold harp played in that serene surrounding. Her lips had a taste, different from the ones I had ever felt against mine. But it made my heart sink knowing I can’t be fooling around her again, knowing how it ended this time.

Our eternal promise. And nothing would ever change it. Nothing. Ever. For all time. That was certain. That was real. That was home. And I embraced it completely. Now and always. Forever and ever. With my whole heart. My whole being. My whole soul. This was life. This was love. This was purpose. This was everything. Perfect and beautiful and absolutely, wonderfully, miraculously right. Exactly as it should be. Exactly as it would always be. Forever.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“No, I was always getting the feeling like it was the end.” “Oh dear, really? How come?” her frowned eyebrows indicated her confusion. “It is the most beautiful of all the places I visited here. I have a theory about beautiful things,” I said, throwing a pebble in the stream that caused ripples in the peaceful water body. “I would like to hear it,” she said with curiosity, “I think beautiful things always come in the end. If it doesn’t it means it’s not the end” I blinked my eyes at her. She was smiling and nodding at me. Like she was getting everything I was saying.

My home. Forever. ----- **THE END**

And so it endured. Brighter with every dawn. Deeper with every song. Endless across every horizon. Forever.

As forever. And that is all that matters.

Rodney collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't say anything else—I just didn't want to see him again. When I was closing the door, I suddenly heard him ask, "Ivana, you hate me, don't you?" I shook my head. "Not anymore. When I was packing my things and getting ready to move out, I found that box of handwritten love letters. I stopped hating you then. People say that hate is the opposite of love, but they're wrong. The opposite of love is actually indifference.