A Stellar Flare of Young Adult Writing and Visual Art
BY RAKEL OLIMAN
I don’t know what to do. What do I do now? Wait for you? Words are so predictable coming from you. I know what you are going to say, but wishes can’t change that. No amount of shooting stars will ever change the course of fate. We are destined to break each other. Love is a fragile thing and hard enough to prove, let alone keep. One who thinks they can guard love so carefully that the water of the world can’t seep in is a fool. For it is not the water that will drown love but the lack of oxygen that snuffs out the spark. People’s words hurt. How can I let him go? How is it for the better? How do you understand how I feel? How do you think you know him better than I do? How? You will never understand. You will never feel the way I feel. You will never feel the way his eyes felt on me. You will never know how his work-washed hands feel like twisted in yours. You will never feel what it was like waiting for him. You will never feel the smile he brought to my lips. You will never understand how hard I worked for his love. You will never understand how much he changed me into his perfect doll only to put me on his shelf for safe keeping, never letting me go. You will never feel his hands on your body. You will never hear his laugh as he embraces you. You will never understand. I could wait for him. I will always wait for him but why should I wait for something that is to never come. I don’t know if this is fate telling i did something wrong or if fate is sparing me. You are a thorn hidden behind a beautiful blooming rose. I don’t want to let go of such a pretty thing but is fast fleeting beauty worth the blood spilt hanging on?
Rakel Oliman is 16 years old and she lives in San Juan Capistrano, California.