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"We shouldn't be here!" I tried to protest, yet my voice was swallowed by giggles. You just smiled, and tugged on my hand to help me through the gaping hole in the iron fence.
So I posted this on my old account, and I just wanted it on my new one. It's a story I've been writing, that's semi autobiographical about my best friend who died of cancer a six months ago.
I was sort of dating this boy. Sort of. He stopped texting me abruptly. He stopped looking at me. He stopped being with me.
I never really knew how it started. He liked my brown eyes and brown hair, and I liked his smile and his cowboy boots. Deep down, I loved him. Even though we were both with someone else, we were...
Still sat on my windowsill, my phone rang, work, I declined and slammed my head back on the wall in frustration, anger, I don't know. I thought more about my life before.
For the first time I can honestly say I'm alone well ish. He's left for this entire weekend for some scout thing, without even a second thought to my feelings.
So once again she looked upset. The dishes were unwashed and were piled up. "could you not of washed up?" he looked up and smiled. " yes I could of" he replied but gave no eye contact.
You walk around like nothing happend. Although you left me broken hearted. You just look at me and say nothing. We used to be everything. Atleast i thought. So whatever. Im over it.
Stop arguing. You two are supposed to eternally love each other. So what if he doesn't listen, or she isn't clear enough. You got into an argument over damn pasta.
Everytime I see you talking to my friends, it kills me a little inside. You can talk to them, but not me. You can laugh with them, but not me.
I try to tell myself that in free, but I keep living in my sorrows. You didn't believe that I would be faithful. You thought I have sinned by cheating. I would never.
I lie here, watching the ceiling as if for activity that I know isn't there. My mind races with ideas that always come to me before I sleep. A story, a dream's seed...a memory of the previous hours.
I spent a lot of time thinking last night, about big things, like family, and love, our connection with one another(and I'm more of the focus on the little things kind of guy, because they are what...