We spent the whole summer together.
The two of us spent the entire summer looking for work, basically wherever we could find it. Unfortunately this has led to a problem. Now we have jobs in different cities, and they are far from each other.
The summer was amazing. We decided to live together for the first time, and since neither of us was working we spent most days together just hanging out. Many naked days. It was impressive how little we fought considering how much time we spent in the same space.
Everyday we would wake up and then go into the room where my Xbox was and we would spend most of the day there, watching movies, playing games just hanging out. There were a few times when I found myself thinking “I need a bit of space, just a day or two” but those were rare and even then I didn’t really need it.
Now I wish so badly to go back to that time. When she was always in arms reach. When I could kiss her whenever I wanted.
Hopefully in a few months we can go back to something like that. Only where we both have jobs in the same city.
Photo Challenge: Monument
In Northern Canada there used to be forests filled with giant white pine trees, now however over the years loggers have cut many of them down. There is one still standing not far from my house, it is easy to spot because it stands 30m higher than everything else. Nicknamed “The Big Tree”, it has become a monument to all who live on the lake, people have even put several plaques in remembrance for those who lived and died while living on the lake’s banks. The Big Tree is our monument.
A 200 year old white pine, nicknamed “The Big Tree “
The waves, they rise ever higher. The sea rolls, creaks and cracks erupt all around, the darkness of the deep overwhelms all. Wood splinters, and the endless black engulfs. The void welcomes us, our new home for eternity, we sleep soundly beneath the sky, beneath the waves, in the deep.
I open the door, already a smile on my face, I am home. I see her, a smile erupts on her face, then tears in her eyes, I bring her close. I can feel the weight in my pocket, I kneel and look up. She breaks, death leaves her lips.
Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty