I Saw Our Lives Together In Your Eyes #MondayBlogs #Love


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Today is finally ending, and Zen is glad. “What a hectic day!” He said to himself. Work had taken what small amount of energy he had left in hopes of a night out in town. Nevertheless, he decided he can just use the time to catch up on his sleep and binge-watching his favorites on Netflix.

On top of having a bad day, he saw a couple in love trying not to express public display of affection which only reminded him of a woman he lost connection with. Months and months he invested into getting to know her, and he doesn’t know where the first place to search to find her.

Not wanting to end his day or go home because it’s going to be empty there on this Friday evening, Zen walked two blocks to Barnes and Noble. Since it’s warm out, walking would be more beneficial than just driving there.

Once inside the bookstore, Zen immediately felt a sense of calm and peacefulness. Nothing like ending a bad day in a bookstore, he assured himself. He headed over to the café to order his usual: a caffé macchiato and a blueberry muffin before browsing the isles for a good read.

Moments later after spending a substantial amount of time in the romance section, he sat down to read a Forbes magazine he picked up along the way until a familiar feeling swept over him like a gentle, welcoming breeze. He closed his eyes, submitting to the familiarity.

He knows the feeling all too well. It’s an emotion you can feel deep within yourself that comes out to swaddled you in its embrace. Warmth and comfort. It has to be her thinking of him like he’s been thinking of her. He desires and adores her. No one has ever made him feel like this before, and to think Instagram is what started it all.

Zen glanced around slowly, wishing he could be with her and this time, express himself about how he honestly feels. He threw a few of his dreads over his shoulder that escaped from the band to hold the hair in place. He sighs. She is the one who made him believe and trust in love again. He redirects his attention to the magazine, but someone caught his eye. He slightly turns his head and his breath caught. Could it be?

“What is she doing here? She lives on the West coast,” he thought.
Zen shot up out of his seat, almost abandoning his books, and nearly tripped over his feet getting to her. He waited so long for this moment, nothing can stop him, not even his trippy self.

With each step he took, his heart pounded louder, drowning out the noise coming from the patrons and the television that hung from the ceiling on the south end side.

His chestnut-brown eyes stayed fixated on her even when he stood silently in front of her table. His mouth couldn’t move as he took in the sight of her…
Marissa was so enthralled by a book she was reading that she hadn’t noticed someone there at first. She sensed the presence and slowly lifted her head.

“Zen!” She exclaimed in a loud whisper. Her widen eyes started to watered as he took a seat. Her heart fluttered as she stared up at him. The man who she has deep feelings for from her social media stood 6 foot and 3 inches tall with love glowing brightly in his eyes.

“Yes, Marissa. I-I missed you so much.” Zen said to her, reaching for her hands as he took a seat.

“I’ve missed you, too. I can’t believe we’re here, together…finally.” Marissa blinked back the tears threatening to fall. She failed. Before she could wipe them away, he carefully brushed a thumb underneath her eyes.

Their fingers intertwined as they gazed deeply into each other eyes. Time seemed to have stood still. A thousand words they wanted to say. They waited all their lives for each other and for this moment to tell one another what they wanted to say; yet, they were mesmerized.

“Hmm, Marissa, I have to say this so you will know how much you mean to me.”
Marissa could only nod, not trusting her choked words, she squeezed his hand tighter.

“Never in my life have I ever felt love like this. When I saw you online and then we started talking, it opened up something inside of me. We have a lot in common, our likes, dislikes, similar past, and present experiences… What I’m trying to say is in your eyes, I’ve found the missing pieces. The missing pieces to complete me. You are my everything, love. You…you..” Zen couldn’t complete his sentence. He’s not perfect but here’s a woman who wants him, all of him, and he feels so blessed to have known her. She was made for him, and he for her.

Marissa slid her chair over to sit closer beside him. She laid her head against his broad shoulder. “I know, love, I know. I feel the same way. I can’t stop thinking about you. Your laugh, the live videos you shared, the music…You mean so much to me. I’ve waited so long to tell you how much. We should go somewhere privately,” she suggested, looking up at him.

He gazed down lovingly at her, and said, “Yes, my love. I love you so much.” His eyes showed exactly how he felt.
She responded, “I love you, too.”

By: Pamela Hester ©2017.                      🌹                                                                🌹

My Heart Will Always Belong To You #MondayBlogs #Fiction 


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My heart is ready and prepares for tonight, but my mind is still cloudy from wondering if she still feels the same way about me, about us.

As I put on my black pants with no underwear on, I began to take a long drag of the ganja from the metal tray sitting on the night table, and allow the smoke to fill my lungs.

The night awaits me like newfound freedom, and I anticipated seeing her since it feels like forever we last saw each other. I miss touching her soft skin, inhaling her rich inviting fragrance, and…and… I need to pull myself together because they need me downstairs. I won’t wallow in distress. I just want her to love me the way I love her.

Once downstairs, I noted that everyone is becoming acquainted with one another. The laughter is lively and glasses are staying filled. They were all dressed in their costumes for the “What’s Your Fantasy” theme.

The host and hostess of the night, my best friends who are using my house for this occasion, are busying themselves doing what they normally do; keeping everyone entertained and satisfied.

Typhan noticed me and broke free of his wife, Vivian’s hand and hurried my way.

Hey man! How’s it going?” He said with a megawatt smile.

“What’s up? I’m good. You saw Tracee?”

“Yeah. She’s with a red-haired woman.” When he said that, I immediately looked around and saw five women with red hair, but no Tracee. What the hell? I muttered. I turned hastily to Ty and he utters a “good luck” and winks before heading back to Vivian who waves my way and kisses her husband. I didn’t bother waving back; they carried on without a care in the world, unashamedly.

After receiving a glass of vodka from a server, I interacted with several women and men who participated in various activities. Soft jazz music flowed throughout the house, women in leotards sashay and giggle as they pass me, and I’m distancing myself from the crowd in desperate need to search for Tracee.

Not so long as I began my search, I spotted her swaying her hips seductively to the music of Boney James with her eyes closed. She looked so beautiful and amazing as she continues to dance to the beats of drums and the saxophone, opening and closing her robe to tease us. The way she moved had all who were there in a trance, including me.

After her sensual dance, I move over to her, watching her as her eyes watch my every move. She knows I would be here, granted this is my home, and which had used to be hers. I could still hear her screams still vibrating off the walls when I go to sleep at night.

“Ryan, how have you been?” She said to me. She tried to force a smile but failed.

“I’m sure you know. What about you?”

“Been busy with work and just thinking about things.”

“Things like what?” I had to ask.

Tracee cocks her head, glances down at me, her eyes linger a little too long at my waistband, and said, “You still wanna prove how much you want me to be with you?”

I swallow; hearing those words almost made me regret once saying them. I nodded slowly and walked away. Okay, let’s do this your way. I gave her a flattering smile, trying to act like a lion, but inside I’m a scared kitten.

On a black chaise, I lay wearing only my pants and shoes waiting for her. My heartbeat faster when the doorknob turns, and she enters like a goddess that she is in a black and red satin negligee with stilettos.

No words are needed at this point. Tracee arched an eyebrow and stood there with her left hand on her hip. She’s taking no prisoners. She demands an answer. People from her past had hurt her and/or gave false promises. I was no better. She feels I treated her unfairly and didn’t love her. I love her more than anything. I just want her to understand that I’m not used to expressing myself the way she wants.

“Ryan, I’m here and you haven’t said a word. You don’t tell me anything about how you feel about us. It’s like you don’t care.” I can hear the shakiness in her voice. It breaks my heart. Coming here, and telling me how it affected her had let me know all hope wasn’t lost.

“Darling, I love you. I would get on my knees. I would do anything for you. You have to understand how much you mean to me. There’s no one else who can make me feel the way you make me feel. My heart will always belong to you.  I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love, cherish, and will support you.” Unexpected teardrops fell and it shocked me because I’m not one to cry.

She reaches up and wipes the tears from my face and we embraced. “I love you too,” she moans against my lips. The intense, fiery  energy consumed us. Nothing else matters.

We peel off our clothes and staggered over to the chaise where we made love to each other mind, heart, soul, and body.

© Pamela Hester- Written in 2017

A Night Of True Love and Romance #fiction #amwriting


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We walked the boardwalk underneath the crescent moon in a cloudless sky after indulging in a delectable meal by candlelight. Our hands embraced, eyes locked; we felt a familiar feeling claiming us once again that has been embedded deeply into our souls. Our lips caressed.
Next, we ambled over to a group of musicians by a lighted fountain playing jazz music; a sound so melodic and captivating. We’re enthralled. Our hearts took a front row seat.

After the music ensemble has ended, we set out to watch the sunset by the seashore. Such a magical and breathtaking view to witness. Our bodies then became one. Merged souls filled with lots of love and light.

(A work of fiction. 😃)

© Pamela Hester

How Do You Define Love?


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What is your perception of love?

Mines? Well…

Love isn’t something to toy with. Love is something that you take the time to cherish, to nourish. Something that should be felt. It’s to be appreciated not possessed, Felt not forced.

No amount of material things can buy love even though some will try. Some may even believe good looks, good sex, and/or social status can define love- or how much a person loves you. If you believe that, you are mistaken.

You should never settle for anything less than what you deserve; and,

You also shouldn’t believe if a person can spend X amount of money on you, buy you a huge ring, and/or a mansion that it equates how much they supposedly love you.

Love is selfless, kind, patient, empathetic, and understanding. Love is being there at the lowest time of a person’s life, feeling their pain and doing what you can to make it better. And also, building them up, giving them support and encouragement. And it’s being reciprocated.

Love is also looking in a mirror and seeing that person staring back at you, and saying how much you love yourself, and doing the things to show just how much. Self-love always and should come before loving another. Because how can you know what love is like when you haven’t first given it to yourself to even know what it is like.

How do you define love in your own words?