I Miss You
I miss you when something really good happens because you're the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me because you're the one who understands me so well.
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I miss you when something really good happens because you're the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me because you're the one who understands me so well.
Always there to cheer us up, Picks me up out of the muck. Makes me smile on the darkest days, Breaks through the clouds like the suns rays.
I cant believe it was just three years ago we met, We'll always be friends, on that you can bet. Ever since that day we've been joined at the hip, Always together, get through the blips.
Fab night out. Dancing about. Little bit drunk. From all the liqueur sunk. Safely home. Tucked up in my personal dome. Texts from the girls. Surprising Steph hasn't hurled.
@oushie12 thank you day So many of you inspire And thrill me with your writes The lovers of the day And the dwellers of the nights How then, can I choose Who probably means the most With all the...
A friend in real and Opuss life, Always helps me through hard times and strife. Funny to be with, but calm too, We always have fun, in the things that we do.
part of @oushie12 thankyou day. We greet each other in the morning. With a hello and a cup of tea. Your constant words of encouragement. Mean so much to others and to me.
#household The snow that day was falling so softly. It drifted down slowly in big wet clumps. I remember laughing at how it was building up into little mounds on top of Mayzie's new red hat.
Yesterday evening I went out with my friends. With them the fun never ends. One of the girlies has a very real perk. Got to drive us over in a shiny black Merc. Her boyfriend owns a car sales place.
Each Opuss I post, you often to like, Your mind is always spoke, You leave friendly comments for me to see, And we both like Murder She Wrote.
To Alexandra, Writing of yours is addictive If anything not predictive Lunar love had me hooked I wish sooner I had looked Generous in your likes Helping in your advice True in your actions Is full...
When I got to my tutor class, I felt a sudden rush of worries, I knocked on the door politely "come in" said a posh English accent so I pushed the door open slowly hoping no one else was in the...
Chasing fire flies, dancing in the sky, Trying to catch them, as the pass by, Warm rain on your shoulders, diamond drops of dew, Colours of the rainbow, glowing towards you.
It had been a pretty normal day at school. I was busy taking notes while everyone else was busy talking and arguing with each other.
Sally - 19th August She'd moved out of Ryan's flat a few days ago and now she'd just found her new place in her new location. Chelmsford...
Hey guys, Here is chapter 3 enjoy. Chapter 3 Jessica and I stood at the airport talking about books. Teen age fantasy\love books. “Hush Hush is a great book. I am team patch” I said.
She realised I was looking at her. Ellie's eyes filled with tears and she ran out of my room. I figured she needed to be alone. I started on my homework to take my mind off it. It didn't work.
When ur friends give up, don't give up on them..
I'd taken myself home. I was a little annoyed with Lloyd, but he'd taken the time to explain that she was looking for me, just didn't have much time.
Before I say anything, I give you a warning. I'm ADD. And this is kind of like my diary. A place where I can say what's inside. My thoughts. Unfiltered. Unchanged. Unmedicated.
I looked away, searching for something to attract my attention. It was keeping me from looking at him at least. But I could feel his eyes on me, those mossy eyes.
#augustwriteaday 20-8-12 Well it's been a while. Thought I'd start to write a kind of diary, something I haven't done in a while.
I have a friend who changed my life when she found out she had leukemia. This is a true story and I want to really thank her in my special place. We are childhood friends.
Today was the day that I had a dry powdered paint fight. Colour bombs exploded everywhere. It was an arty war zone that no one came away unscathed. Splashes of red and blue. Patches of white and...