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Another infatuation

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Two friends are having a conversation in a small café in Paris. They are sitting around a small round table, close to the window. They have ordered coffee and a bagel each. They have been sightseeing the city all day so they’ve decided to take a break. The café only have a few customers so it’s peaceful there.

“So Louise, what do you think about Paris then?”
“Good” She says and drinks some coffee from her cup
“You’re still upset, are you?”
“You think” Louise says, looking at her friend
“I just gave you my opinion. Was it that bad? You did ask what I thought”
“It’s not what you said. You just want to mock me”
“All I said was, what’s the point? It’s not like it ever gonna happened”
“So what?”
“And maybe he’s gay”
“Paul, you’re just jealous. You say that about every good looking guy. And he just happens to be very talented as well”
“No I’m not. All I’m saying is, you’ve been watching that scene too many times. You don’t like him that way” He says and drinks his coffee cup empty
“Whatever ‘that way’ means. This is just another infatuation. There’s nothing you should worry about. You will always be my number one” She says, touching his hand and finishes her coffee
“I’m not worried the slightest. Like who you want. Let’s go”

Both of them stand up and Paul leaves a tip on the table. They get to the front door and she opens it.
“The fact is, Lee Pace will always have something you don’t” Louise says and with that they get out to the street. Paul walks a little further behind her. He could never figure her out. Even if she was his twin sister.

Writing 101:God, the serial killer that never gets caught

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Today’s writing 101 is perfect for me. If someone knows about loss, it’s me. It feels like my whole life has been about loss. Nothing is worse than losing a loved one. Going personal now even if this blog is not about that. This will be a difficult task for me to write but I have to do it. So here it goes.

It started in 1983 (soon my age will be revealed :D) I was 6 years old. My big sister had been ill since she was a child but it got worse as she got older. I was so young at the time so I don’t remember much about it. She spent her time in the hospital a lot. That’s one of the reasons I don’t like hospitals. My mother had to stop working to care of her at home. I went to preschool so my mother could concentrate on my sister’s well-being. All I remember her laying on the hospital bed with see-through plastic over her bed and her food didn’t stay inside her stomach her anymore. I don’t exactly know what kind of disease she had. It was something about her immune system.

So on October 26, they called from the hospital that my sister had passed away. I don’t remember how the news was told to me. I asked my mother about it years later. I had been in my bedroom making a box out of Lego and put Lego pieces in it. She asked what I was doing and I asked who will give her food now (or something like that) Just the thought about a 6-year-old wondering about that is heartbreaking. I don’t think I really understood what had happened. That was the first time I knew what loss was. It turned my life completely. I’ve thought about how my life would have been if it things wouldn’t have turned out the way they did. I never talked about my sister because people wouldn’t have understood anyway. I did that a few times and they just felt sorry for me. I just didn’t like the look on their faces. There was an incident in school with a class mate once but my mother never told me what it was even if I asked. I don’t remember any of it. Maybe it was for the better. Growing up without a sibling, takes its toll. I would be a total different person if I had my sister around. She was only 10 and too young to die. I was glad she was my sister.

Even if I’m not religious, I do believe in God. Even if God is the serial killer that never gets caught. He takes people away from you no matter how important they are to you. It doesn’t matter if they’re good, God still punishes you. Maybe there is a reason for it. But it doesn’t stop there. Just when you thought your life is back on track, next thing happens.

To be continued…