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A boy and a boy sitting side by side. A stray lock of hair falling down his eye. A love so sweet it was raw and tender. Too bad it would end in September. A kiss so soft pressed against his lips.
Can you do it. Can you really look me in the eyes and say those words, the ones that would break me. Can you, my closest friend, do that to me.
Alex smiled, trying to hide his emotions her entered Liam's place. "What's the matter, Alex?" He asked curiously.
Chapter 1 Her name was Mariah William, and she was the love of my life. I would call her Mary, but she hated it. She told me it reminded her of her mother, Mary Anna-beth.
“It’s an acorn” Francie mumbles, slipping it carefully inside flapped jacket pocket.
Jay had spent the day catching up with Ryan, and old friend he hadn’t seen for a couple of years. They’d easily lost track of time, and Jay arrived home tired but cheerful.
Sky's POV I looked at him, with tears swelling in my eyes. He just shook his head, a dull expression on his beautiful face. His face..... It... Was so.... Perfect.
Here they lie under the stars A million miles apart Their fear is overtaking them Breaking fragile hearts They call to one another softly Solemn mournful cries They know it deep inside...
"Latte, please." I went and sat down on my favourite table- it faced the window out onto the record store. After a little while, I saw them. They were walking together, arms linked.
As he walked out of the bar, my eyes following he shadow. I felt an urge. I just couldn't let him go. There was something special about this guy; i could feel it. I followed him out of the door.
Don't forget to read @CuriousCat 's version. If you don't already know, she's writing it from Kitty's point o view. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.
At once both heartwarming and bittersweet, Bavo Defurne's debut feature Noordzee Texas has firmly wedged itself into my consciousness, and it won't let go.
As I look over Opuss, I see a million and 1 posts full of heartbreaking poetry and endless questioning of love.
Chapter 2: Past Starts (Part 3) Denny I saw a pinball machine and decided to give it a go. The popular theme tune to the Adams Family started up. I pulled back the lever and let it go.
HE, yes HE was perfect. He came in with a ditty smile, instant swag. Speaker of russian, German, Spanish, and improving on English. The six foot guy.
Ever see the girl in the corner of the class doodling all over her math notes. Or the girl who sits at a table with people she hates only because she had nothing better to do.
I look into the stars. I have done this ever since I was little. When you look at the stars you dream, and when you dream your inspired, and when you're inspired. You can create.
Chapter 2 Sweet. I could smell something sweet. I ignored the smell, well tried, but my nostrils refused, and filled up its empty space with the aroma of apple pie. "It's on the house," Rita says.
“Can I kiss you now?” She said it playfully but I knew there was more to it. The seconds seemed to stretch on as my brain went into overdrive. We were so close.
It was the first day of school. I spotted you in the halls and all I could do was stop and stare. You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Nothing in my heart said you were wrong for me.