BOOKSHELVES SERIES, LOVE GUEST POST

BOOKSHELVES: GUEST POST OF KRISTIAN, LIFE LESSONS FROM AROUND THE DINNER TABLE❤️

I felt it in an instant. That click, that magic spark that tells you even though you’ve never met this person before, your soul has known theirs for centuries. The atoms and stardust, and particles that make up my body have danced with the atoms, and stardust, and particles that make up his, and whether I want this or not, there’s no denying it, there’s no way I could ever deny this irresistible grasp.

It was a dreary day that October morning, when I spilled my coffee and dropped my essay about quantum entanglement, mascara running down my cheeks that had turned red after looking up to see the most handsome stranger. He smiled at me and handed me a napkin, he hadn’t uttered a word and yet, I felt the pull.

It’s strange, isn’t it? How in just a matter of seconds someone can walk into your life and change it irrevocably. Strange, and yet oh! So blissful, my heart has never been so full of love.

My friends say it was love at first sight. I’m not sure that I believe in love at first sight, but I most definitely believe in the click.

And the magic that swirls within my heart whenever he smiles.


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BOOKSHELVES SERIES, LOVE GUEST POST

BOOKSHELVES: GUEST POST OF JESSICA, JESSICA E. LARSEN ❤️

Just once. Just once, I wished I could talk to Valentine like a normal person. I glanced at my phone and hung my head in shame. Unknown to everyone, I’d been behaving like a stalker the whole time we were in the room. I browsed through Valentine’s social sites.

I opened my smartphone and smiled at Valentine’s Facebook page. He was smiling in his profile picture and he had so many friends there already, while I had… well, Tita Emilee, Tito Xavier, and a few unknown people who probably just sent me a friend request for the heck of it.

I was about to put my phone back to sleep mode when a friend request notification popped. It was Valentine. With a shaky finger, I pressed the “Confirm friend request” and nearly let go of my phone when immediately, the chat window popped up.

Val: Want some warm chocolate drink?

I didn’t bother to type a reply. I simply observed what he’d do next. Another message popped up.

Val: No?

I typed: ‘Yes. Thanks.’and sent it before I could stop myself and excitedly waited for his reply. But ten minutes passed, still no reply. My chest quickly felt heavy at the thought that he might have lost his interest to chat with me. But I got surprised when he showed up in the living room carrying two coffee mugs with warm chocolates.

“Here we go.” Valentine put the mugs on the center table. He sat down beside me and pushed one of them in front of me. He sipped his chocolate drink with a nonchalant look on his face, acting as if he didn’t notice me tense up by our closeness. “Oh, that hit the spot.” He then turned to me. “Are you not gonna drink that? It’ll go cold.”

“Huh?” I looked at the coffee mug and nodded. “Uh-ah, thanks.” I put my phone down and reached for the drink. I brought it up to my lips and froze the moment the chocolate touched my tongue. My face turned sour at the salty taste. “D… disgusting!” I stood up and clapped my hand over my mouth. I ran to the common restroom facing the living room and gagged on the toilet. After I was done, I noticed the masculine figure leaning on the doorway.

“I call it ‘sweet revenge with salty chocolate.’ How did you like it?”

I scowled and turned to look at Valentine grinning from ear to ear. I clenched my fist and attacked him, but the jerk was quick to react. Before I could reach the doorway, he was already running far in the hallway. “Get back here, you Maldito!”

“Speak for yourself! Maldita!” Valentine laughed and playfully stuck his tongue out. I chased him at every corner of the house, and after a while, I simply noticed that I wasn’t chasing him because of anger, but rather, I was laughing and having fun with him.


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BOOKSHELVES: GUEST POST OF JESSICA, JESSICA E. LARSEN ❤️

Ah, it’s this dream again… 

I thought as I found myself standing in the dark unable to see even my own fingers. Soon a small sobs of a child echoed. Out of the darkness, a small girl with blond wavy hair appeared in the center of the light, her frail arms wrapped around her folded legs and face buried between her knees as her shoulder shook.

“Mommy,” she muttered.

I clenched my fist as I glanced at the back of the woman who stood on a distance, not far from the girl. I shared a little of the girl’s pain, and if I could, I would have rush to her side and hug her, but I can’t. My feet won’t move, my lips are zipped and all I could do was closed my eyes and silently cry inside.

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”

That round masculine voice made me open my eyes. The little girl stopped sniffling and rubbed the tears from her round amber eyes before looking up to the man. 

I looked at the man with long silky black hair and white headband standing in front of the little girl. 

“But, remember you’re not alone.” He crouched down and patted the girl’s head. A gesture that brought a smile on the little girl’s faced and warmed my heart. “I’m here for you,” he said looking at me just before I open my eyes, gasping.

I clicked my tongue. “It always stops at the good part,” I mumbled and goes back to sleep, this time hoping to speak to the man in my dream. 


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