sourandsweet_lemon

A collection of my writings.

Content:

1. My Sinful Salvation
~To all the addictions we once had.

2. What Broke Us Apart?
~To all the reasons creating distances in our relationships.

3. To Be One Of Them
~To all those who wished to be just like one of them.

4. One and Only
~To all those who find themselves no longer the one and only.

5. A Cloud Of Expectation
~To all the fantasies we expect.

6. Worthy Mistakes
~To all the mistakes we once thought were worth it.

7. Curse Of Love
~To all the heartbreaking love stories.

8. Sweet Fate
~To the sweet destiny of our lives.

9. The Darkest Light
~To all the darkest hopes we harbour.

10. A Friend Indeed
~A friend not in need, a friend indeed.

11. Blooms Of Love
~To finding the right one.

12. So Lonely I Am
~To all the loneliness we harbour in our heart step by step.

13. The Last One

14. My Love For You

15. 100 Reasons Why I Loved Mom.

16. Love Under White Moonlight.

17. Love At Second Sight.

Fiction Flashes

Before my wife died, with tears in her eyes she had asked me if I was given another chance for redemption, would I still make my mistakes?


It only took me a moment to consider my answer.


Even if I was given this opportunity more than once, I would still do the same as I did, everytime I am given this opportunity.


This question has troubled my heart a lot, till I finally found my answer to it 


For me, even if it was wrong, it was what I had chosen. It was what I had desired for. Power gave me that happiness which even my wife could not give. Then why do I have to give up on my happiness? Don't people say- We should try our best to pursue happiness.


Our mistakes won't lead us to our endings. Because we are already destined to end. Then does it matter if that mistake was made or not, if the result remains the same?


Maybe it was to satisfy myself that I agreed with him. But they said that my power created the path to my doom. The day I had experienced that taste of power, was that beginning to my end.


Death is waiting for me at my door. Let me be honest for once this time. 


From being powerless to powerful, I climbed every single step. The more I experienced, the more I realised it's worth. And the more I realised it's importance, the more I yearned for it.


What I could get could no longer satisfy me.


One could say that my ambitions were getting bigger and bigger. I liked that feeling of having power in my hands. With that, no one could look down on me, no one could restrain me. And I would no longer have to flatter men. Instead they would have to flatter me.


Isn't all this worth my end? I think it is.


Maybe someone would read what I have written sooner or later. I wonder what they would say about me.


Indeed a person read it many years later. And she had a question for him in her heart.


After death, would he still think it would be worth?


~To all the mistakes that we once thought were worth it.
