Kristal's Gem

Healing.

aryiale — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 00:15:20 +0000

If one person could break a heart, another one can heal it.

Those words meant everything to her, especially since he was quoting her own words back at her. When she had met him, he was consumed by his heartache, broken by the loss of a love. He’d been suffering in silence for over a year when she had met him, and in her few short months she had him smiling and his friends had noticed his change in attitude. They had told her that he was more like how he used to be, and it had made her happy to help.

They had become fast friends and she was falling for him fast. But she was taken, and knew it could never happen. She had promised her love to someone else and she could never hurt him. She lived happy, but conflicted for a while.

Then her world was turned upside down. Her promise was meaningless now, since she was no longer loved. She was alone and broken. And then he found her, alone and damaged. Her heart had been broken, left in pieces by another, but he wanted to save her as she had saved him.

He took her in his arms, and she began to heal.

Thank you. I love you.

Heartbreak.

aryiale — Sat, 21 May 2011 05:10:56 +0000

He said we’d be together forever.

He’d promised me the world, told me I had his heart always. He gave it to me along with his ring, promising to marry me and make me that happy forever.

We lived together, happy for a while. But then Life caught up with us.

His job kept him away from home, and my education kept me from household chores. I couldn’t find a job and his stress kept growing. Things were getting strained.

His father was pushing us farther apart, testing our bond. I thought we’d out last him, prove we were strong and what we had was worth protecting. I was wrong.

We’d had a fight, but were getting better. Things improving, and moving back to where they were. I called him with good news, only to get bad news.

We were over.

Heartbroken, I gave his ring back and moved out.

It’s time to move on now, but my heart doesn’t want to.

Circe Photomanipulation

aryiale — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 13:12:11 +0000

Stock photos from:

Tasastock: Model

and

Kityd-stock: Background

from Deviantart.com

Photo Manipulation again

aryiale — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 16:33:39 +0000

More Photo Manipulation

aryiale — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 18:03:00 +0000

Photo Manipulation 2

aryiale — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 19:17:56 +0000

Photo Manipulation Experiment

aryiale — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 03:03:28 +0000

An image I’ve been working on.

Feeling Philosophical

aryiale — Sun, 08 Mar 2009 05:57:33 +0000

*Please don’t hate me. I was up late and feeling philosphical, and this came out.*

With out war, there is not peace.
There can be no peace, no resolution of conflict, without conflict.
Peace with out war is like Love without Hate.
We cannot know one exists with out the other to illuminate it.
You need the darkness to make the light bright and worth seeking.

Friend.

aryiale — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 15:01:45 +0000

She had seen him for the first time. She had loved him almost right away. They had dated, visited, hung out, and watched eachother’s favorite movies. He would do things “only for her” and she was patient and willing to wait for him, when he was busy. They had done almost everything short of saying “I love you” to prove they loved each other. But she wasn’t sure where thier relationship stood. She had wondered from the begining what to call the relationship they had. Was she his girlfriend? His lover? His friend? She knew what she wanted it to be, but that didn’t make it so. She worked hard for days to get the courage to ask him. I’m honestly too busy to have more than a friend, he had told her. She mourned the loss of the only true love she had felt in ages, because she was nothing more than a friend to him. Her sadness was hidden under a mask of cheerfulness, and light-hearted merriment, especially when he was around. But her heart ached everytime she saw him, and she had a valient and difficult battle against tears everytime they spoke. Why did she torture herself, by continuing to be around him, when it hurt her so much? Because he was still her friend, and he needed her friendship right now. So she tortured herself for his benifit, hoping that one day, in the future, she wouldn’t have to wait for him to see how much she cared. That day, he would already know.

Tears.

aryiale — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 05:51:22 +0000

She had no idea that it would hurt so much. She didn’t even begin to guess how she would react. She never knew how much he mattered to her. And now she was on the brink of losing him. There he was. He was angry, and out the door, so to speak. She was terrified. All she could do was sob on the floor. Not again, she thought. Please not again. She had never thought that she would lose another part of her. This time it was as if half of her died, and he was still there. She couldn’t do anything but cry and wisper apologies that he would never hear. The love she had felt for him, and the happiest memories of him, appeared behind her closed eyes. His smiling face. His warm hugs. How they had stumblingly confessed thier attraction to one another. For as comforting and familiar as those images were, they only deepend her sadness. Her sobs got heavier. She couldn’t even breathe through the choking fear that now gripped her. She didn’t know how she would be able to live without breathing. Every ragged, strangled breath she took made her feel like she was losing the only part of her life worth holding onto. She had breathed him in for so long, his leaving was like losing all the air in the room. She didn’t know if he left or if he had stayed. All she knew was the strangling tears.