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Girlfriend: babe, what's your favorite position. Boyfriend: when I get on one knee and make you my wife.
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Girlfriend: babe, what's your favorite position. Boyfriend: when I get on one knee and make you my wife.
I cry and cry and cry. I'm not trying to be selfish, but why didn't I know. My own mother... I stand up and throw my pillow at the wall. "No, no , no!!!!!!!!!!" I scream.
He loved me, but he often told me to change, some details in who I was. But when I changed, he started avoiding me..
I was going to use my day off to get some practice for Saturday. But I had to come back early because of the rain.
Caitlin ran her long, pianist fingers through her thick dark blonde hair, smiling. She turned to Alex and gave him a quick smile before miss began to talk again.
I decided on a black T-shirt with JAGK No. 1 and a cassette printed on in white. I think this is my favourite one. It was just perfect.
I feel the piercing coils of metal whizz past my face. The adrenaline pumping through my body paralyses the world around me. I see the bullets spin through the air.
It had to be her. I thought she might care, She definitely was different, there was something sweet and humble about her. She was beautiful and she didn't know it, I had to show her that somehow...
I still remember his brown eyes.
My dear sweet Lucy, how I regret taking you on that cursed ship and the feeling of hatred for the workers who left their posts for a bottle of whisky. No lookout, no captain or crew.
The drive to Glamour Kills when pretty quick considering Jordan made a stop to buy tacos for breakfast.
"Whoa, who's that?" I nudged Melrose, tilting my head towards the tall, jet black haired, sharp green eyed boy leaning against the tree in the schools courtyard. "Oh him.
Finding it hard to suppress a smile, Katie reverted her attention to the paper crane in her lap. She unfolded the tiny work of art gingerly, carefully smoothing the piece of paper out.
He is forever the one to stand out from the crowd, to give the opinion no-one else is thinking. He prefers to play devil's advocate to shake things up a notch.
I sat on the bench and watched they breathing come out in a cloud, it was the middle of March but still felt like it should be December.
We were walking up the street, heading for the Café, it was really quite dark by now. I smiled as I was in my own Disney movie, I- being the princess who found her prince charming.
Truth Hurts Part Three I wake, to find myself lying on a couch. I lay there for a second, but immediately tried to get up. That wasn't about to happen. "Don't try to move." Came my mom's voice.
If you were kissed by your crush what would you say.......
Truth Hurts Part 2 What was he planning on doing??. He leaned closer and closer until his lips are inches away. His breath was sweet on my neck, making me paralyzed. He leaned in for a kiss........
A sweet, lulling voice calls, "Come closer, come closer." It wraps around me, like a silk robe over a frail child. The boy stood there, a dream that always returned in my nightmares.
Staring in to her stormy grey eyes, I know my answer immediately. I'll do anything for this woman. Anything. I'd give my life just to give her a minute of joy to ease a frown from her face.
I took me a long time. It took me a really long time to realise what I used to have, I didn't have anymore. That who I was, I wasn't anymore. And who I loved isn't here anymore.
I've always been stuck in 2002-03. Her family found out about us. I fought all the kids n stuff for her already and now had to fight her family. She was going Bangladesh and I couldn't stop it.
Hi, I'm new to this. I had a story in mind, but not sure if it's good. Well, here it is. Truth Hurts Part One *He hates you* The thought goes round and round in my head.