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Scent of Her Cup
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Scent of Her Cup |
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aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind 
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Scent of Her Cup (c)Dec 30, 2001 Eliza Simmons A rose petal danced along the wind, touching the smooth face of the tea. I stirred the tea as I watched the petal slowly moved toward the centre of joy of the past. I was a scholar; she was my peer- her name is Jane. The last time I saw her was in autumn, when a leave sllghtly touched her face. I was overjoyed seeing her for I had just passed the examination for my doctor liscence. Something about her face told me that she did not share my happiness. "What's the matter, Jane?" I asked. She said she would go to Flordia and would never come back. "Why?" I asked. She let a tear drop and told me her grandmother was involved in an accident and was in a coma. The doctor said it could last forever and Jane was going to look after her. "How tragic it was!" I said. "I have to go," she said as she shook her hand away from mine. Our first date was in an evening of autumn. We were just chatting and drinking soda pop at a cafe. She loved poetry and shown me some of her work; I liked history and told about myths and legends of the world. When the silence came in, we totally felt comfortable with each other. Our first kiss was under autumn moon. We watched a video at my place and when we enjoyed our moonlight at the sunroom, I bent my face slightly against her mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be..." muttered I. "It's okay..." she blushed and took a step back from me. "No really. I didn't mean to be rude or disrespectful," I paused. "Actually, I wanted to tell you a long time ago. Would you be my girlfriend? I've admired you for some time." That's how we became a couple. The first dance we went together was in autumn Halloween. We both had dressed up: she was a tiger; I was a garfield. She walked in the room holding her tail, slowly moved to my crowd. She greeted me with her paws and I returned by sticking out my tongue. We danced the first and the last dance and before she left for home, she gave me a good-bye kiss. The first time I talked to her was under an autumn tree. I was passing through a path in the university garden, when she tapped my shoulder on my back and said hi. She was lost in the garden and informed me she was new to the school. I recognized her at once and gave her a tour. At the end before we aparted, we exchanged our numbers. The first time we met was in autumn breeze. It was windy out as I walked to the library. As the door opened, I got a glimpse of a girl carring books out of the library looking my way. Her eyes were so beautiful that I paused my walk for a moment. The meeting was brief and I wondered whether we would met again. We did meet again and developed a memorable past. As I sat on the table, I drank my tea smellng her perfume being passed by here today. ~Every girl has a dream within. [This message has been edited by aries_luv_ppl (02-22-2003 12:28 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (sigh) Oh Eliza, this is lovely, sweet friend, it is amzing how simple flowers and words can deeply touch each others hearts, always keep these precious menories close to your heart and always cherish them, yay, God Bless You, you have my vote, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Eliza, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is so beautiful I have to give it a vote.  Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Very well written and evocative work... just watch out for a cpl. of spelling typos, though... Regards, sudhir |
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aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind |
oh boy, I written this sometimes ago. Now I think my story or essay writing isn't as good. Thanks for the comments. ~Every girl has a dream within. |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Lovely! Just lovely. My vote for sure. |
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