There was a point in time, I can remember, when we were always together.
Every morning of mine started when I finally saw you, and every day ended by waving goodbye to you. A selfish, stupid part of me wants the same to be true for you too.
I remember explaining my notes at your behest, but you'd zoned out. That same part of me thinks you'd zone out looking at me and hearing only my words. When you touched me, the only thing I felt were the goosebumps and the beating of my heart.
You don't know, but there was this time when I could draw your face from memory despite having no skill in the arts. Each time I listened to a song, I wish I could have listened to it with you. Every time I took the ketchup out of the fridge, I remembered the cute scrunch of disgust your face would make.
Every time I made you coffee, I would add extra syrup even though you never admitted to liking it sweeter than mine. Every time I read a book in your company, I could never focus because all my thoughts kept going back to you.
But it's been a long time since then.
I can no longer remember the lines of your face, nor the hue of your eyes, or the way your hair would fall perfectly on your brow. I risk headaches to remember.
Whenever I take the ketchup out now, I no longer think of you. I listen to songs about love and no longer picture us together. I picture nothing.
I don't drink coffee anymore. I made it only when you were there.
I read dusty books and my thoughts do not stray, even in a loud room.
But time flows, and you are so, so far away, lesser than a speck on the horizon. Like a speck of colour in the vast grey.
The canvas is anew and pristine, now. It is blank.
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Hello, I'm going to leave a quick review.
First off, thanks for sharing this piece. I tend to assume pieces like this are narrated from the perspective or personal experience of the writer, so I apologize in advance if I make assumptions that are inaccurate.
Anyway, this written work does well at conveying the narrator's feelings about another unnamed person in their life. I kind of like the fact that the other person is not named. It seems that this technique can signify either the significance or the insignificance of the person being described. Either they are significant enough that there is no need to name them, or they are so insignificant to the writer that they do not even bother to include their name. (That's an observation I never necessarily noticed before now lol) I think it's fitting that either/both of these reasons are applicable here. At first, the other person was significant to the writer, but as time passed, the relationship fell to dust, and now that person does not hold the same place in the narrator's life.
Another thing I like is that I don't believe you specified what relationship the narrator had with the person they're writing about. The implication - or at least the most likely assumption - is that it was romantic in some way. But I think there's also room for the possibility that it was just a really dear friend, or maybe even a sibling. In any case, the focus doesn't need to be so much on what the definition of the relationship was, so much as on the emotional aspect of the bond between them - which you have depicted well, at least from the viewpoint of the narrator.
I felt like it was a little ambiguous as to whether the person being described reciprocated the writer's feelings. You talked about them zoning out and whatnot, and I wasn't sure if that was because they were just so enamored with the narrator that they were lost in their face and their simple presence rather than their words, or if it was because they kind of didn't actually care that much about the narrator. So this piece could either be a bittersweet reflection on a former shared bond between two people, or it could be a bittersweet pining for the object of the writer's affections, someone who never quite saw them the same way.
Either way, I think you've pretty much conveyed what you set out to show. Sometimes a person is so close to another, and they think it will last forever, or at least that the memories of them will never fade. But then with time, they do fade. As time and space come between them, it's hard to feel the connection or even the deep feelings there once were.
I find the use of the strikethrough lines interesting. It seems to me that these are secret thoughts that the writer almost doesn't even want to admit to himself/herself. Because of that, the last strikethrough line seemed to stand out a little to me. Instead of adding on to what was said in the previous line, it simply reiterates the thought. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but to me it did have a shift in the feel of things. But that doesn't mean you have to change it or anything. I like the way it reiterates the preceding line. And I especially like the imagery of a canvas and the idea of art. Time, experiences, and relationships paint the picture, but where once there was a lovely picture, the canvas has now reversed to nothing. There is no more relationship. It's a great way to illustrate the emptiness, to state in imagery the fact that the relationship is no longer there.
You seem to have a pretty good sense of the writing craft, at least as far as pieces like these go. It is formatted well and easy to read. You also seem to have a clear voice, and you convey your thoughts well and with a fairly good flow. Keep up the good work!
Ahh, thanks a lot! You captures most of it really well, and the ambiguity of reciprocation IS what I set out to convey. When you're in love, all you can do is keep loving as reciprocation is not necessary for you to feel something. The narrator might've really cared abt the person and it might've been reciprocated, or maybe the narrator is simply mulling over unrequited love, who knows?
Thanks for the review <333
Heyy there! Warmly welcome to YWS
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I tried picking my favorite line from your piece of literature. Unfortunately, all of the lines were so good, I had to select the whole work at the end
"Every morning of mine started when I finally saw you, and every day ended by waving goodbye to you."
I love this line. This tells me how much the narrator was in love with this 'you'.
"A selfish, stupid part of me wants the same to be true for you too."
Though the narrator feels like it's a stupid part of them, it is natural to feel this way when you are so much in love <3!
There's a great flow in your text, that delivers the reader to the very end upon starting. There is no breaking free, for me at least
And I love the layout. There's great freedom in the position, and purpose of text, although it might have been not so easy to do so with a simple text editor we have here on YWS
The ending with the strikethrough "It is blank." is truly mesmerizing. Makes the reader look at the 'pristine canvas' in a whole different way, and realize how much better it could have been with that 'speck of colour'.
Once again, I love this work of literature <3! It is great for a newcomer like you (though u might have been active outside YWS
Aww, this is a very wholesome review!
I kinda wanted to connect 'point' in time, to the speck of colour or a speck on the horizon. The work also starts with describing time in points, as if particulate, and it ended with saying 'time flows'. I realized super late into this work that this whole dual nature is for light, but was too lazy lol so I just decided to keep it in.
YWS is actually my first writing venture, so I'm definitely hoping to grow as a writer!
Thanks for the review !<333