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Rain drops slithered down the cold glass of the window as my warm breath created a milky puddle on its surface. With my pale, nimble finger I traced a jagged heart, it quickly evaporating away.
It's just gone half nine and I've finally eaten dinner and finished my homework. I leap onto my bed and lie flat on my back. Maybe this would be a good time to call Jay.
I can't believe you're almost here. I'm shaking, but not with fear. I can't believe you've almost arrived. Without you, I don't know how I survived. I'll be seeing you tomorrow.
#adventchallenge At the end of the bed they hang, Waiting to be filled, Christmas is their special time, Promises to fulfil.
We haven't met yet, and I don't know your name. Your face is unknown to me, your voice just the same. You have no present; your future, a mystery. But already we have such a long history.
It was on a Sunday I kissed you the first time. It wasn't a long kiss, not a particularly perfect kiss, just a kiss. It was a special kiss. A kiss from you.
2 weeks. 13 days. 312 hours. 18,720 minutes. 1,123,200 seconds. It's 2 weeks till I see you again. 2 weeks till you step off that plane. 13 days to go until you're back in my arms.
Seven years. Seven years since I was fool enough to let that precious thing slip out of my grasp, splinter into a million pieces and shatter. Shatter my hopes.
You're so far away from me tonight. We tried to call and hear our voices, but the signal was too weak. I heard you though, just it a moment.
Tonight we design .. Ideas of two men's mind Combine in a cosmic collage of thoughts entwined Tomorrow the permanent representation stabs my skin. Needles so fast and small you can barely see them.
Walking through the Christmas lights, And lit up by the stars, Seeing clouds across the sky, And the golden glow of Mars.
The spark in the air The raising of hair The chill down your spine Knowing one day your mine The electric feeling Proximity reeling The skins first touch It means so much sense the...
She paced the floor in a state of high anticipation. He was actually coming here to her. It was madness but she was beside herself with joy. It had been a true case of love at first sight for her.
Here is how our facebook conversation goes It's only next week Britt!. Ikr R u nervous.
It was taking way too long. Emma was stood at the bus stop, in the rain, freezing cold, once again cursing herself for never finishing those damn driving lessons.
Heart beat, Pulse race. Lick lips, Red face. Sweaty palms, Clammy head. Meeting eyes, Nothing said. A brief exchange, A brush of lips. A tense giggle, Hair standing on tips.
There's a massive beaming smile across that girls face. She is in such an amazing place. Surrounded by awesomeness. Fantastic people in all their brilliance. There's a few people missing.
Anticipation is building. Do I look ok. Hope the kids are in bed, So I can have my wicked way. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Or something like that. Oh no there'll be loads of washing.
Time, that cruel mistress, slows the movement of her hands around the clock face. The passage of the sands through her hourglass takes on a painful pace.
Sitting in the airport. Waiting for my flight. The nerves are kicking in now. I'm scared I'll get a fright. I've said my goodbyes. I'm really going to miss her. But my friends are waiting for me.
It's almost midnight. I've been waiting for a while now. Too long. You should be here by now. The quiet is unnerving; my hairs are stood on end.
My new little friends, Just two beauties to see. The day that we meet will be special to me. So small and so innocent, Little cherubs you are. I wish you were here now, Instead rather far.
The nervousness builds. It's been a battle of wills. Should we test a theory. Think of a hypothesis or input a query. Should we make like scientists. In a passion war we could enlist.
#emotion. My pod would make noises. And my heart would stop. I'd look to the screen. To see the name at the top. In those seconds before I know. I'd turn into a little child.