Very Short Love Stories
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One night, just three days before our Lord's birthday, I suddenly
heard my phone's message tone again. At last! It was from her!
"Often in tym, we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2.
Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped
2 care. Sometyms, Goodbye is a painful way 2 say I Love You."
I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of it. What did
she mean? I texted her back searching for answers. However, I
found nothing. I called her but she would not answer as usual.
For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable, desperate
and empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her.
I had learned to love her and I wanted to be with her forever.
The following days, I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that
Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much. I missed
her messages. I missed hearing my message tone that would indicate
that she had sent another loving message. Nobody around me could
feel the emptiness I felt.
Tut... Tut... Tut... Tut... Tut...
A day before Christmas, my cellphone beeped again. It was her!
“Meet me at d cafe, 10 am 2day”
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I read it aloud, making sure the message was true. I jumped with
joy upon hearing from her again. I got myself ready in a hurry
and went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted
to be there before she arrived.
I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised
to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful.
She had black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small,
kissable lips; a perfectly chiselled nose and long black hair.
Her eyes radiated kindness and love but there was a flicker of
something in them. I thought I could detect a flicker of sadness.
“Hi, Julius,” said the angelic voice I had been dreaming
of each night.
It was a voice that I had waited to hear for so long.
“Please sit down.”
“I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella,” I said,
as I took my seat and gave her the roses I had bought for her.
“Thanks, Julius.” she smiled, obviously pleased with
I knew she loved pink roses.
“You are always welcome, Love.”
“Julius, I can’t stay,” she said, sadness in
“I really must go.”
“But we just met, Mikaella. Can’t we talk a little
longer?” I asked, pleadingly.
“I really can’t. I just came here to see you and thank
you for the time you have shared with me. Thank you for everything,
Julius. I will never forget you. You will always be here in my
She was looking at me straight in the eyes and I could really
feel the sadness in her voice. I swear there was something in
her voice and those lovely yet lonely eyes. She got up and smiled
at me lovingly.
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“Please come and visit me tomorrow morning.” she
said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.
I read what was written on it and when I looked up, she was gone.
The following day on Christmas, I woke up early and got ready
in excitement as I thought of her. I went to a florist in a hurry
and bought a dozen pink roses for her.
They lived in an exclusive subdivision. Upon reaching their house,
I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.
The guard stared at me with sadness and amazement in his eyes.
He told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I saw
him going inside the house, I noticed that the house was brightly
A woman came out of the house and walked towards me, smiling
“Hi, I’m Maria, Mikaella’s mother. Please come
While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me
why she knew me very well - Mikaella talks about me often. I hardly
understood what she was saying as I was busy wondering why was
she crying while talking to me.
As we approached the great hall of the house, it dawned on me
that there was a wake inside. I thought maybe a relative had passed
away. However, deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.
As we entered the hall, there were many people silently mourning
while others were praying.
I asked her mother, “Where is Mikaella?”
She held my hand and silently led me to the coffin which was surrounded
by flowers. The flowers were all pink roses. No words could explain
how I felt when I gazed into the coffin and saw who was lying
there. It was the same beautiful girl I met yesterday…
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