Love and Some Old Chestnuts

By B. R. Castañeda and C. Mascardo

I used to think
the road to a happy ending
is a straight line,
red in color,
a walking distance

until you showed me the way.

Love and some old chestnuts is a collection of prose and poetry that takes you to a journey of love, romance, abuse and loss. The book puts readers in the shoes of two lovers who met, fell in love, became toxic along the process and eventually lost one another. Love and some old chestnuts explores the 5 stages of Grief in different perspectivesDenial, Anger, Bargain, Depression, and Acceptancerespectively. Each stage includes pieces revolving around the theme, and will draw you to a swing of emotions involved in dealing and coping with separation or loss.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546225126

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Published by AuthorHouse 01/18/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-2510-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-2512-6 (e)

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CONTENTS

The good and bad feelings

Love

Romance

Abuse

Agony

The stages of grief

Denial

Anger

Bargain

Depression

Acceptance

Acknowledgements

About the Author

To the love once found, but lost twice.

We are just repetitions of poetry and photographs.

What else could we be?

– Matthew Tabil

It all started,

with one word

at a coffee shop

where you ordered Americano,

while speaking French.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

She looked in to his eyes,

brown,

and remembered

what her mother

said, that some boys

have eyes made of quicksand.

When you fall for it, there is no way out.

You’ve never seen anything like her before, have you? She stood next to you like a bird with wings made of fire—a sweet, burning torture to your cold, longing soul that cried Hello in a tongue she does not speak. And she smiled. Her eyes weeping for this moment. So beautiful; yet, lost.

It only takes a sole language for two souls to connect:

Love.

Renee.

Two syllables.

Ruhn-Ay

The air took a ride to your palate and escaped from your lips in two steps, leaving you wanting more.

He talks a lot about places, fancy places I don’t see myself going to yet he calls paradise. And I smiled because there is only one heaven I want to be at which he never knew:

Him.

You like

the way she listens

to you

and the way

you feel about yourself

when you are

with her—

for her eyes

lit like a