To Love Is To Let Go
To love, you have to save a life. To let go, you have to close your eyes, and spread your arms, wide open. ...
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To love, you have to save a life. To let go, you have to close your eyes, and spread your arms, wide open. ...
Hello guys, I might start writing again to continue, if I can, maybe a new series, but rain of pain is now being turned into an amateur film, I'm filming it this Friday, comment of you're Intrested...
In that moment she knew that she'd been fooled, she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes together to try to trap the tears that were about to flood out like a downpour of rain. This was real.
One day there was a girl called Cat and she had a boyfriend called Charles they had been going out for 5 months until one day she found out that Charles was heating on her with Lou Lou.
Your head placed on Harry's chest while both looking at the clouds wishing you could freeze time at that moment.
Do you think I care. About all the lies we shared. The looks that were caused by just one song we listened. The little smiles that came with the texts. The dancing when I got ready to see you.
A boy. A girl. The flaming passions of the setting sun reflected in their young faces. He turns. Sweet salt air. A hint of vanilla. Her dark eyes meet his. Eternity wraps herself in a moment.
THE DATE. I buckled my seatbelt as I hopped into the front seat. "Ahh," my mother sighs," I remember my first date.." my mother said. "Were you nervous. What was it like?" I question.
* I skipped to my room * * * * I turned my light on and closed the door. I looked at my clock nearly 4:30 "Good." I thought.
Why is first love always so unmistakably painful and too heartbreaking.
It was a terrible war... Many people and horses died over a fight of who's madder.
I see you, under the sun and heat . Sweat drips down your neck and onto your chest, your laughing with your friends. Smiling, giggling, talking with that voice so sweet and thick with Irish accent.
I have a despairet crush on the girl in the class ahead of me, Everyone said she likes me but when I ask her she calls me a weirdo, But I still liked her.
In oak clad vale, before time-weary flames a hundred bards, story-tellers, and those that remember those things long lost and forgotten, did meet but once every four-score years and ten.
Throughout my life, I have always been the outsider; the black sheep of the family and of mainstream life. Mr brother had always done well in sports. My sister with her straight A's.
Who wants me to continue Him And Me?.
Rosie looked in to his deep, dreamy eyes, lost in a world of her own. How could she have fallen in love with him so quickly.
Chapter four -Thomas- I could hardly see anything, there was a small window and no light coming through, so it was obviously night time. So I thought.
Today was just a normal day for anna she worked for one of the leading law firms in the UK as a personal secretary to the most eligible bachelor in town nicholas lyod owner and CEO of the firm .
Chapter 9 (Why me still) "..."Race ya to the end of the street?" I asked..." "Okay!" Rose said.
Fast heart beats meant she felt something new about a person. Then she started to think about him. She started to care about how she looked . Then she smiled every time she saw him .
I see him… oops he's looking at me. Turn away quickly… growl to late. He's smiling. Awe. Giggles. Of course he's smiling though. He's my boyfriend. He promises he loves me and will forever.
The doorbell woke me up suddenly. I quickly tied on my night gown and brushed down my hair, running down the stairs and opening the door to see... Him. Jonas. Time stood still.
Rosie entered the loud and crowed school, keeping her head down. She scurried off to her locker only to find a new dude stood next to hers, and a rather attractive one at that.