Summer Break

She has been looking forward to this moment ever since school had started past September.
It has been a rough year, she had failed her Christmas exams miserably, and some of her college professors had suggested her to quit school.
But she wouldn’t hear about it.
She’d finish her year, even if it would be the last thing she’d do. No matter how hard it would get.
She was a fighter and just wouldn’t simply give up.
She studied hard, day and night. There would be days when she wouldn’t even sleep at all.
It was hard. But she was built tough.
In June, her hard work had been rewarded; she had passed all her exams, with honour.
Of course she’d have to redo her failed Christmas exams, but even that couldn’t ruin her blissful mood.
In a way, she had succeeded.
She fought, and she won the war, even though she had lost a battle.

Her parents were so proud of her that they surprised her with a vacation to Croatia, her favourite summer break vacation destination.
She was so happy.
As soon as she had set foot on Croatian ground, as she had left the ferry, she felt like coming home.
She went to her hotel as soon as possible, and left her luggage.
She changed clothes and put her favourite bikini on.
As she stepped outside, the hot air caressed her face.
The sound of seagulls filled the air.
The smell of the sea tickled her nostrils.
She reached the sea and found a little private beach.
It was a beautiful view, seeing those white rocks getting overflowed by the crystal blue water of the sea. Shimmering, as if it was inviting her to dive in.
This view looked so tempting, so teasingly beautiful that it gave her a rather naughty idea.
She looked around to assure herself that no one was near, or could even see her.
Slowly, she took her bikini top, and then her bikini bottom off.
She dove in the warm, welcoming water.
The water stroke her bare skin, it felt so good. As if she was getting wrapped in a silk blanket.
She closed her eyes as she floated in the water, taking up everything around her.
Yes, this truly was heaven to her.

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Inspirational Song : Parachute- Forever and always

*_ Parachute is a band with some great songs. This one’s one of my personal favorites.
Just listen to the text and think about it. Let it in. _*

She’s sitting at the table, the hours get later
He was supposed to be here
She’s sure he would have called
She waits a little longer, there’s no one in the driveway
No one’s said they seen him
Why, is something wrong?
She looks back to the window
Suddenly the phone rings
A voice says somethings happened
That she should come right now
Her mind goes to December
She thinks of when he asked her
He bent down on his knees first
And he said

I, I want you forever, forever and always
Through the good and the bad and the ugly
We’ll grow old together
Forever and always

She pulls up to the entrance
She walks right to the front desk
They lead her down a million halls a maze that’s never ending
They talk about what happened but she can barely hear them
She tries to keep a straight face as she walks into the room
She sits by his bedside, holds his hand too tight
They talk about the kids they’re gonna have and the good life
The house on the hillside, where they would stay

Stay, there forever, forever and always
Through the good and the bad and the ugly
We’ll grow old together, and always remember
Whether rich or for poor or for better
We’ll still love each other, forever and always

Then she gets an idea and calls in the nurses
Brings up the chaplain and he says a couple versus
She borrows some rings from the couple next door
Everybody’s laughing as the tears fall on the floor
She looks into his eyes, and she says

I, I want you forever, forever and always
Through the good and the bad and the ugly
We’ll grow old together, and always remember
Whether happy or sad or whatever
We’ll still love each other, forever and always
Forever and always, forever and always

She finishes the vows but his beeps are getting too slow
His voice is almost too low
As he says, I love you forever, forever and always
Please just remember even if I’m not there
I’ll always love you, forever and always

Abundant Love

She was in her early twenties, he was halfway.
Their life ahead of them.
Together they could face the greatest challenges, as long as they’d have each other.
He wanted to offer her home, an offer she gladly accepted.
They’d be spending the rest of their lives together.
Then life got real.
He lost his job, which forced her to quit her studies so she could find a job, if they wanted to keep their home.
Their home was a tiny apartment, barely fit for two.
To them, it was home. It was more than enough.
The bills kept coming, they couldn’t pay them anymore.
One day, as she came home, she found him in the kitchen, his fingers buried in her hair.
His face buried in his hands.
She could see that he’d been sitting there for quite a while.
Carefully, she came closer.
He had been crying.
She asked what was wrong, he just pointed towards the kitchen table, which was filled with papers.
She looked at them.
Bills. The usual bills that they couldn’t pay anymore.
They had lost their electricity already a week ago, but they made it rather cosy in the house by using candles and a warm open fire in the fireplace for warmth.
They had made the best of it, even when they lost their warm water.
“So? We’re used to this bills my love, why are you so sad?”
“Because that’s not all of it..” he softly said, handing her another letter.
They would get evicted from their apartment because they hadn’t payed rent for the past three months.
The letter said that the eviction would happen on the 14th of February, Valentine’s Day.
Today was the 13th.
She sat down.
“This time it’s for real. Game over for us. I wanted to give you such a beautiful life puddin’, now it’s all lost.. where will we sleep? What will we eat? Where will we live?..”
He softly spoke as he buried his face even deeper in his hands.
She didn’t know what to say for a minute.
Then she spoke, confidently.
“We endure love, just like we always did. And we make the best of what we have this last evening. We enjoy what we have as long as we still have it.”
She went to the living room and started a fire.
She put on some soft music and took him by the hand.
And she danced with him.
There they were, poor, without any money left, about to get evicted from the only home they both had ever known, not having a clue what they’d do next.
And they were dancing.
Dancing their troubles away, even just for a minute.
He held her tight, determined to never let go of her again.
She was his one true treasure.
She held him close, her one hand stroking his back while her other was holding his.
She whispered in his ear:
“As long as I’m with you, I know I’ll always be happy.
For as long as I have you, I don’t care where we live. With you, I’d even live in a cardboard box. Your love, this, us , that’s all I need to be happy. Truly happy.”
She could feel his salt tears roll down his cheek as he lovingly kissed her forehead.
He knew she was right.
They could take it, as long as they were together.
They could take it.
They might be poor in money, but rich in love.

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