http://slow.writerscafe.org/Likita The original writings of author Likita en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046068 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 From a 12 year old, she had all her stories. There's a bag. The giant bag. She have put them all together. If you find that bag somewhere, it would appear some shapes. It has a shape of a place. A place where people are real. No lies and no hypocrisy. But little she knew, that place was from he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/2016252/ We built a house together. A beautiful white house.Or at least for me, it was one. Maybe just another coffeehouse for you. Mine had rooms, a dining space, a corner for some beautiful conversations to latch on to. Maybe yours was just a coffee table. Oh, no. Not that. I thought you knew. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1999686/ I don't have frivolous expectations for romance. I'm not looking to get swept off my feet. I am one of those rare, perhaps slightly jaded individuals who actually likes hookup culture and is happy to live in an age in which monogamy is not necessarily the norm. But believe in big love because I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1990805/ Love happened when he opened the foot rests for her during their first date. The place where he just stood there, to say she looked gorgeous. Saying he'd miss her till he sees her the next time. Love arrived at a phonecall saying your door is what I am in front of. It deepened with those caper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1984212/ I'm rendered or buffeted or simply not stable enough. What is so wrong with things. The situations that I never get along. There's this big loophole generating at the end. It takes me to the end. To a place I needless want to go. I hate the place. And tell me what is wrong. Something. Because.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1955516/ At the chesterfield, she once again fiddled through his whereabouts. Where is she?She is on that road where it diverged into two different directions. The dilemma left her alone. Enough. A pen and her notepad peeped from the corner of the coffee table. She grabbed it. It was 2. And she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1949715/ It was 4:45 in the morning. The sun just showed up. In front of the mirror, she rubbed her puffy eyes. Looking for her glasses, mushy eyed she fiddled through her bed. She felt something. It was the sound of a torment. A loss. Only she thought, that the morning sun would drive out the iniqui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1941853/ What does she need?An idyllic, chivalrous person?A witty mind?A TDH?No.She didn't desire the materialistic piece of the cake.Her happiness lies within the saplings of a conversation. She need words, not the intimacy. Neither did she ever thought of any romantic dates with fancy candl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1882621/ Acceptance was never an issue. He feared detachment. He feared the comfort he had with no one else but her. Entangled within the precedings, what overruled was his philo phobia. He took the road through his aspirations and dreams.She had a place inside. She was upfront. She was empatheti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1864246/ You are doing things you have been doing like any other day, eating the same food, walking the same path and meeting the same people.But then,It's a feeling. Both liberating and binding. Happier and funnier.It came with silent steps and hushed breath. The surreptitious mind lost its .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1852868/ She's fine!Yes, she's avoiding him since days. No texts, no stalking through his social profiles, no calls. She has made up her mind this time. She won't talk. She doesn't abhore him. He's still the most beautiful part of her life. Immortal and subtle.She loves him like a lioness. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1838999/ That winter evening she finally packed her things.Bags heavy, heart light.She'd finally walked out of his memories!No mourning. What lies ahead is a cold heart and a plethora of her emotions. She lost the ubiquitous influence of him. She can no longer aggrandise herself for the yet most beau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1830258/ Losses.We all had, though it has variations. Sometimes it's our dreams, sometimes our grades, our loved ones, our friendships, property, trust, belongings or anything. And these losses have an impact. Huge impact. We start judging, blaming, we procrastinate things, we have stupid random thoughts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Likita/1793375/