Tuesday, December 27
Advertisement #117 - to advertise on this newpaper, please send in a sample of your advertisement, font size 10, Ariel script, by Monday 4:30 pm every week. 50 cents a letter.
I've been looking for the love of my life -
I've searched for him everywhere.
I've checked under the sofa of my mind,
And behind every door of my heart.
I've seen him on publicity posters for romantic comedies
And in between the pages of L. J. Smith novels -
He's tall (but not too tall),
dark (but not overly so) and (rather)
handsome.
He hides a quick smile beneath
a silent, brooding demeanor,
and has the deadly combination of
a lot of wit and a little
charm.
So tell me, have you seen the love of my life anywhere?
If so, please contact this newspaper for further details.
But he won't see this ad, because he
doesn't exist.
yours truly
10:00 PM
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Thursday, December 8
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She was seventeen when it happened; too young to know the promise of a clasp, yet too old for make-believe. She was seventeen, a rose just beginning to bloom, and I was the thorn on her stem.
I think back now to how she'd been even before they'd met, and realise that such an end was, after all, inevitable. Hers was an uncontrollable surge of emotion weaned on feel-good fairytales and fantasy novels, and slow ballads that she danced to when she thought no one was looking. She'd also kissed every frog within the mile-radius, like the foolish child she was, but to no avail.
That is, until she looked up one bright June morning, and realised with a start, exactly how clear and bright eyes could be. Like a pair of exquisitely cut black diamonds, she said, that spoke eloquent volumes in a glance, while hinting at greater, hidden, secrets. Isn't it ironic how at seventeen, it's possible to see everything and yet comprehend nothing?
I remember standing just out of their range of vision, watching him watch her. Would it be too late now to say that he fit into her, a key to a lock? The trouble with identical twins is that sometimes the locks to their souls are identical too. And sometimes, just sometimes, there is only one key with the exact configuration to bind the two souls - leaving the third one out in the cold.
yours truly
7:54 PM
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