Creativity...

When I was younger, I would always write. I would write every intimate detail, I would write the silliest notions that would pop into my head, poems, my criticism on newspaper articles, and my short stories. ( Never got to writing novels).

So heres a little something I wrote Once upon a time that I have recently rediscovered...Unaltered!

Something else...
...It honestly was a long time ago, and every time She tries to remember it feels like it was out of a fairy tale novel. Although He never thinks it was something special, She always thinks that it was something magical, something that the universe secretly conspired within its dark and glories belly, it was definitely something else that no one could understand but everyone wanted. No matter how often She told it, it never lost its charm and no matter how many years went by, He never lost his. Talk about a sappy romantic and you’d have Her pegged. That’s what She thought He loved about Her, Her never ending child like fantasies and teenage enthusiasm. He often called Her his little angle  and to Him, She was cute beyond belief especially when She got excited about up and coming projects that she often conjured up, but he used more adult terms in more intimate encounters. He often tired to remember Her eye colour that morning, and the peaceful smile she had on her lips. Sometimes her nose would whistle while she slept, but a very quite type of whistle. She has gotten a lot older in the past few years and He would often explore new lines on her pretty face. She’d probably freak out if She knew this, but He enjoyed tracing each line to a sad or happy memory they had shared in their life together. To him time seemed almost nothing, just something they teach in schools, it only becomes apparent to him when he compared his own face with the youthful couple in the picture frame by the bed. The couple in the picture seemed almost without a care, energetic and naive. Yet both looked like they had a secret that only the two of them knew...