coming over to my house and telling me all about him. They met at a diner where he was a dishwasher. He saw her come into the diner multiple times but she was always with other people. One day she came in by herself and he got enough courage to go talk with her. Gatz’s shift had just ended so he sat and talked with her. They immediately clicked. He walked her home and James officially asked her on an official first date. Daisy called me and told me about him that night. She told me how good looking
pulled me up and drew me close enough to see the outline of the lines surrounding your cheeks. 18 years of memories, crying, shouting and talking etched into your face and for a sweet second we both thought we were just kids. We weren’t talking about what we were going to do the next day. We weren’t acknowledging the overflowing duffel bag that sat underneath your bed. In that second, we were the exact opposite of who we were going to be, and instead, seemed to be grasping onto who we could have
A seemingly endless stretch of road takes me to where I am needed. The call that changes everything happened only moments ago and my heart has not ceased trying to pound its way out of my chest. The deep, dark abyss engulfs me as I speed past the barren land. The fear of missing this important moment overpowers the fear of hitting the crushing mass of a deer, so I press down on the gas pedal harder. Desperation causing all other worries and thoughts to fly out the window. I needed to be there the
I have dreamed a thousand times if the day I finally have you, to feel your lips against mine, to take in your scent, to be yours. I know at first I won't be able to say much, for you see, I am not very good at communicating with words. I am two different women. The one that lives in normal life and follows to norms of society. Then there is the wild creäture that lives in me. she is my desires, my lust, as she is wild words are not always her form of communication, instead she uses the actions of
gaze back to me. I look into his beautiful clover green eyes and start to remember my past. We lay there for hours, fighting over who is more beautiful and who loves whom more, but at the end we look one more time into each other's eyes and fear for what the next day will bring. Then we close our eyes and sleep. I dream. Yes I dream about our past. We met when I was a freshman in highschool. He was a sophomore. We only had one class together, because of me taking Algebra 1 in middle school I was
a future in it, a promise that love is present, and will remain that way during my lifetime. It’s bonded to my finger, leaving a line behind when rarely removed. It’s a promise. Most girls have or will possess a ring in their lifetime, most even represent the same concept as my own. But as anyone will tell you about their own, mine is different. A ring can easily represent someone’s love for another person, I carry three on my hands every day, each given out of love. The one that sits upon my right
anything and you were dressed in your jeans, black baseball hat and one of those shirts with the color that could land an airplane with broad shoulders to match. I couldn't stop looking your way and smiling. You're also smiling back at me, oh how I love that smile. We both knew why we came here and we both knew that it was going to be great. Both of us were still sitting in the truck I scooted over into the middle of the bench and put my head on your shoulder it was nice. I laid my hand on your leg
thrillers. But there is no in between. Love, however, is like a symphony. Constantly rising and falling, exquisitely unpredictable, but beautiful and unique nonetheless. Dissonant, and yet still comes together to create something otherworldly. It is rare to witness a kind of love that manages to make one feel infinite. It is even rarer to have this kind of love last. Although, when people are young, they are more likely to have diminutive tastes of this love and are bound to advance the prospect of
siblings having a good time, demonstrates the love I have for them. Looking back a the time when this photo took place, everyone, even those who were not in the photo, was happy. My choir friends and I were in Northern California for a choral competition in spring of 2016 and my conductor, Mr. McCullough, decided to take a trip to San Francisco because we had some free time. Considering my older sister, April, whom I have not seen in a while goes to school about twenty minutes away from there, we decided
aware you’re disappointed to the fact that I can’t seem to move on from you... I can’t sit here and lie saying that I haven’t tried because sadly i have, ive tried talking to other people & going out on dates to see if i can somehow seem to fall in love again and take a step forward to moving on from what we had but i cant seem to shake off the memories that we shared. I cant just start with someone else, because who will be there to buy me food & have me eat it because he’s aware how ashamed of my