Paper Airplanes Paper Hearts Mga Nobela at Kwento

I lost control. I take some dirt from the mountains that, when it gets wet, turns into muddy clay. I will mold it into a heart shape. The heart I will dye blue, like her beautiful eyes that I couldn’t stop looking into. I will add the small green, white, and blue crystal chips. It’s like looking into my eyes. Then I will add the letters I. F. L. Y. I will continue to leave one item in the fields for her to find every time she passes the roses! I will attach a note for her to read with each item.

Pushing up the sleeves of my hoodie, I slip my hands into the front pocket, I frowned thoughtfully then slipped my right finger out. What is-“How did this get here?” I flip the folded piece of paper through my fingers. What the hell? I turn the strange object in my hand slowly, it looks to be folded into a children’s plane. “How strange” I try to think how this could have gotten into my pocket, I got it directly out of the closet this morning. “Hm” Holding two ends of the paper plane, I tug slightly and the well-crafted origami begins to unravel. My fingers have a mind of their own as I unfold it slowly, straightening the bent edges until a wrinkled piece of paper is held by my fingertips.

Smooth white cardstock. Did that man actually write me a letter? As she walked, she lifted it absently, holding it above a nearby bin. Her grip loosened. Better to throw it away than indulge whatever ridiculous whim he’s on today. But curiosity tugged, sly and insistent. With a quiet sigh, Ava pulled the envelope back and tore it open. Inside was a single card — heavy, textured paper, the kind used for fine sketches. Her breath caught for half a moment.

It was hard to hear myself think as the paper airplanes increase in speed and the wind grew louder. “Hey… I love you ▇▇▇▇▇… I really love you so much” I felt the world getting small around me as I kept reading the note left on the paper airplane. I felt like my heart was getting ripped into pieces. I could feel my head getting fuzzy as countless images were appearing in my head. I kept seeing the male with a smile and he kept getting further and further from me. Until finally I saw him holding another person's hand with his back towards me...

I didn’t remember drawing it at all. “Wow, that’s dark,” she said. “But the beauty in it is so overwhelming. What inspired you to draw that?” I shook my head. “I wish I knew,” I replied. “I just let my mind take the lead on it and I guess it’s darker than even I knew.” The drawing was of a faceless boy with shadows surrounding him as they pulled him in all directions while he covered his face. His body was covered in writing but I couldn’t make out what the writing was exactly.

I never thought that love was for me. Now I had two people to love: my child and the beautiful woman beside her and honestly, I couldn't ask for anything more. ••• CLEONA *Five Years Later* "Daddy! Daddy! See what I got!" Little Tamika said running over to Andre and I. "Wow! That's a pretty picture. Don't you think so too, Cleo?" Andre turned to me. "It is a pretty picture, Tami. Who did you draw?" I asked. "Well this is Mommy and Daddy and Granddad and Carmen and Tamika which is me and little Robin in Mommy's stomach," she touched my stomach.

Hayssttt, love is really something we can't even describe. As I listen to his voice, I felt comfort. I can see that we are the only ones here. His eyes are melting my frozen heart. We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And times forever frozen, still So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer ‘til our eyes meet You won’t ever be alone, wait for me to come home Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads stayed touching. “Still feeling all emotional?” he whispered. “Shut up,” she replied, her eyes still closed. Click. Both their heads turned as the door creaked open again. Pearl peeked in, holding up a folded sheet of paper. “You’re welcome,” she said cheerfully, then handed it to Ava. It was the drawing again. Stick figures. “MOM.” “ME.” “ALEX.” A purple heart and a crooked sun. “We’re a family now,” it said in blocky handwriting.

‘I just used up my the pages of old diary after five fucking years… “Wow, wonderful handwriting. How on Earth is this man blessed with everything except a heart and manners?” I flipped through the pages, not reading anything but just to appreciate his handwriting. “This doesn’t feel right.” I stopped flipping but of course, the page it stopped at had a different paper stapled to it. My eyeballs dropped from their sockets when the stapled paper had my name on it. Not surprising, I know, but shockingly, there was a heart-shape around my name with multiple smaller heart shapes around it.

The harsh reality had hit her like a ton of bricks. 'What was that? Did I make a mistake?' She thought, her gaze shifting to the decorations intended for the honeymoon couple. On the walls, there hung red heart-shaped balloons, while red roses adorned every inch of the room. The bed, blanketed in red rose petals, took on the shape of a grand heart. Towel swans, with their beaks touching to create a heart, were placed within the heart's embrace. The sight was nothing short of magnificent and splendid. 'He might have made quite a lot of effort, just for me.'